Coughing lightly to draw the attention of her parents, Flame dipped his head submissively in respect, something he rarely did. Placing a comfortingly charming smile on his face, he feigned sheepish. "Mr and Mrs.Lincoln?" He murmured, as they looked up at him, Sydney's father wearing a scowl. "I wondered if you would do me the honour of allowing me to take you and your daughter to dinner tonight?" He asked, squuezing his angel's hand lightly.