"Do you--" A hesitation, during which he pours a capful of liquor into the cup. "Elaine. I'm old. A wretched, sentimental old man." A slight smile; he takes a drink of the coffee. "Alas for the days when I was an incorrigible flirt; I'd no sooner have tripped over my own tongue than speak an ungentle word to you. I assuredly wouldn't have been ashamed to ask you for a kiss."