"That's...interesting." He said as he took another drink. "I hope you don't have the wrong impression, I don't really drink all that much." It was at this time that he reached into his pocket, talking out a package of cigars. "Do you mind?" He asked thoughtfully. The kind of man he was, he would gladfully put them back if she had a problem with it. "I am sorry, I don't entertain much; I don't have a clue."