"Miss Clark." Zio's hand settled warmly on hers for the briefest of moments before he slipped it beneath her resting fingers and, with an expertise born from many a black-tie affair, lifted her hand. He shifted in his seat and ducked his head over her raised hand before brushing a very polite, very teasing kiss over her knuckles. Then he released her and grinned widely. "That would mean I'd have to be lucky enough to ever find a wife," he answered solemnly. "I'll have to work harder on my karma to get that lucky. In the mean time, I'll wait to see if you change your mind and better educate me."