"Nothing wrong with taking advantage of your gentlemanliness," Tracey told him, turning slightly in her seat to face him. "After all, if I hadn't taken advantage of your gentlemanliness, we wouldn't be here and having fun. So it's my manipulation we have to thank for that, not you being a gentleman." She grinned at him, proud of her logic. "Now buy me a drink. I want a sour apple martini, vermouth not gin, and a dash of lime. This much." She showed him by marking off the amount on her little finger.