She peered at the offered hand in front of her, trying to size him up. Peggy knew of James's reputation from Steve's stories about his exploits but she didn't know the man well enough herself to make a judgement about him. It was obvious he could charm women into a date or a kiss or perhaps more back in their time. Maybe he'd never met a match before.
"For the most part, though the scotch here could use some scotch in it." she sipped her drink and took his hand, turning it over and kissing his knuckles. "Soft skin, James. I take it the lotion is working." she batted her eyelashes at him. He'd never met a girl like her before, she'd wager.