Tom raised his eyebrows at the curvaceous redhead who'd just approached him, taking in the gorgeous spectacle before him unabashedly. It was true - women were and had always been his Achilles heel, and the fact that he'd gotten older hadn't really changed that.
"Et qu'est ce que je ferais sans toi, ma cherie?" he said, ignoring the fact that the French he'd picked up in France likely wasn't the same as that of Charlotte's. "Miss Laveau - Psychic Queen. Beautiful work this week, but then, I'm sure that comes as no surprise to you."
He lifted a nearby glass and filled it to the brim with champagne. "An effervescent beverage for an effervescent young woman?" Tom said, offering her the glass.