Jim sits transfixed, an almost reverent look on his face.<br/><br/>"Magnificent," he breathes, his accent slipping for a moment.  "You're a very pretty woman, Cynthia.  Thank you."<br/><br/>He holds his glass up, as if toasting her, and turns to the hostess.<br/><br/>"Could I get this topped off, please, darling?  I'm going to need a stiff drink to keep me well-mannered for a bit."