"What is it about you, Mr. Lowell, that other women find so enchanting?"
Taking a step closer to Julia, Jamie gazed deeply into her eyes, making it impossible for her to look away.
"Well, first of all," he began, "I start by telling the lady how beautiful she is.  How the black of her eyes is like the rarest of pearls lying safe and warm beneath the azure blue of the sea."
Julia listened, knowing all the while that he had fined and honed his craft until every wooing word slipped like poetry from his lips.  And yet she couldn't help feeling affected by them.
He reached for the glass of sherry behind him and dipped his finger into the wine.  Mesmerized, Julia watched Jamie bring his hand to her mouth, and ever so softly rub a sprinkle of sherry along her lower lip.
"May I?" Jamie didn't bother to wait for the refusal they both knew she was incapable of offering, before leaning forward and, with his tongue, lick the wine from Julia's mouth...