"Oh," he feigned a casual attitude. "Well it's a really nice dress." He had to play along, even whilst he was thinking entirely less laid back thoughts. This sealed the deal. The captain was a dead man. Or ghost. Or whatever. Tony didn't care, he'd make him pay for this crap.
"It's Tony," he told her with a smile. "I think we might have passed each other at dinner the other night. I have the strangest feeling of deja vu." With his most winning smile he offered her his hand. "Could I escort you to the deck, Heather? The sun setting over the water is quite a sight to behold."