"I think you're right, Miss Ashford. Of course, for a lady of your class, the necessary skills are knowing which fork to start the meal with and which glass is for port." He said, raising an eyebrow slightly, but still unable to stop himself from smiling. "But I suppose I could show you what survival skills the rest of us have, if you were to show me yours?"
He laughs then, softly. "One of very very many, my dear Miss Ashford, and I won't tell you any more for a long while. Even if you don't tell anyone, I still have to be careful. There are only so many secrets a man can afford to tell beautiful women."