After clinking glasses with her, and beaming back at her... Graham momentarily felt a twinge of guilt for turning down her almost-offer to tour the ship with him. He wasn't always pushing away women. Sure, he was divorced, and currently single, and flings were often open to him in abundance. But that's all they were. Not only did he have a child, but with his job... well, life could be complicated. Maybe, just maybe, he could live an easier, simpler life while aboard the ship, as temporary and fleeting as it might be.
After she had decided she was finished, then assured him she would buy the New York Post, he grinned crookedly. "Lovely. If one reader is all I have, it will still be quite worth it." He flashed a wink.
Standing as well, if only because it were indeed the polite thing to do, he took her hand for one last shake. "Well, its a large ship, but I'm sure you're bound to see me poking around. And don't forget my hair appointment." He quirked a brow teasingly. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Lynne. "