[a move which surprises a laugh, and he has to move his glass of whiskey from his mouth so he doesn't sputter it over his food.]

Oh, tongue-rollin'. sure. Your only weakness. Guess everybody's gotta have their kryptonite.

[and he briefly considers offering to help her practice that skill, but - he hasn't even finished this first glass yet. Better at least get a little something warming his stomach before he starts entertaining dangerous ideas of flirting innuendo. Kitty's still a good decade younger than him, it still feels off.

The trouble is he also can't help remembering how good it felt to have her pressed against him.]

Assumin' this hearin' goes off without a hitch, yeah. And it should. I crossed my i's and dotted my t's, much as it was a pain in the ass. [Chilton gets more than some of the thanks for that.] So we should set a flyin' date. If you're still interested.