His eyes glint at that, in amused appreciation. Not enough women of his acquaintance quote Bacall and Bogart, and that is a damn shame. "Just put my lips together and blow," he said.

"I'll practice, just for you, Rita." He eases back, a warm smile on his face as he tips his head to one side. "Another daiquiri, lass?" It's the least he can do, for such a fine present.