Charm? Sure. Sass? Definitely. Then again, was southern charm not a hint for that much. "All good tings come from de south." He really tried not to make that sound lewd, really. Even kept his eyes on the damn shot glass he picked up and downed on his own, not that it was noticeable because of the glasses, but still. Certain things just came out his mouth sometimes. Okay, so even that was a lie, but did it matter really?
Pretending as if he had a hat to tip, he still made the motion. "Wit'out the hat an' all dat green. At you're service, eh?" Grinning now, he turned towards her completely, cocking his head to the side a bit. "It be part of my charm. So why don't you tell dis conscience just what it is you tink you gonna be findin' chère. Feel free to argue. I got all night, an' by de looks of it, so do you."