"Oh, I get haircuts all the time," he frowned in mock-surprise, as if amazed that there were people out there who only got a couple haircuts a year. "I mean, just look at my hair." He gestured to his slightly ruffled head of hair almost as if it were quite obvious. "It requires tender loving care on a regular basis." Graham paused, before grinning crookedly at his little joke/pun. Oh yes, he had indeed taken on a bit of an Elvis accent, complete with the raised upper lip, when he'd said 'tender loving care.' "Get it? Tender loving care? 'Love me Tender?' The Elvis song, you know, because we're in a 50s diner...?" He winced a bit, smirking as he reached for his milkshake. "Yeah, it was a bit of a long-shot."
Trying to be charming? Well, not really. Maybe a little. Mostly, he was just being friendly; Graham was good at that, especially when he needed to be, being a journalist and all. "It is indeed a fancy prize to win," he agreed, after taking a sip of his delicious shake. "I won the ticket, just like you did. Might have helped my cause, since I was with the Post. Thought it would make a good story, or at least a nice review. Can't say I've been disappointed yet." He half-smiled over at her. "And I've still hardly seen everything she's got to offer nor interviewed anyone yet, really."