Tad knew when he was being measured, so he returned the favor-eying the woman.  The slight shift in her posture, the way she straightened to check his height, the way her eyes roved over his dress, the way she tucked that lock of hair behind her ear.  He just gave her a wink and on of his best, butter melting, southern smiles.<br/><br/><b>"I'll sure see what I can find, Ma'am."</b><br/><br/>He went to the car, whistling at the nature of it, and then he removed his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.  He threw his tie over his shoulder to keep it out of the way.  He looked around a bit before turning to Carmela.<br/><br/><b>"I'd be much obliged if you would hold onto my coat, Ma'am.  There's a cellular phone on the left pocket if you need to make that call."</b><br/><br/>Assuming she held the coat he bent over the car's engine and started to hem and haw at it.