"The pleasure is mine, I'm sure, Miss Klutz. May I call you Clara?" He glanced over at the man he had seen earlier, arms still folded across his chest, glaring at him. "That's your father? He does look a bit upset, doesn't he? I can't say I blame him." Dukey helped her back to where her Daddy waited, and said sincerely, "I'm very sorry, sir, for hurting your daughter. Let me know if there's anything I can do to make it up to you. Name's Dukey Pookie, sir." He extended his hand, hoping the man could find it in his heart to forgive him, and shake his hand.