"Pleasure's mutual," she assures him, eyebrow raised delicately at the kiss to her hand. Not out of disapproval or anything as strong as astonishment, perhaps just very mild surprise. She so rarely fits the part of the dame.
"What brings you to this fine establishment tonight, Mr. Cramer? Just the promise of a perfectly mixed old fashioned?" she asks as the cocktail is set in front of him. She might be wrong, but she thinks that's what it is.