Daisy...

[He says it slowly, like he's really savoring the sound of it, and maybe he is. It suits her, he thinks, and the smile he gives her says that much, although it's not something he'd be likely to say aloud. He's sure she's heard similar things before, insipid lines talking about a beautiful name for a beautiful woman, and since that's not particularly how he'd mean it -- not that she's not beautiful, but that's certainly not the only reason he thinks it suits her -- he's not going to go down that road.]

Well, if I'm gonna call you that, then you gotta call me Jimmy.

[It's a certain kind of intimacy they're extending to each other, he thinks, and that's not so bad. Then again, he's never been particularly hesitant about being intimate with anyone, and it's gotten him into trouble countless times in the past. He wonders, for just a second, what kind of trouble Daisy could get him into.]

You're...

[He'd been going to mention something about the way he notices her blushing, about the way she seems seized with some kind of emotion, and there seem to be tears welling up in her eyes, but nobody ever likes having that pointed out. So instead he settles for something else, something perhaps even less reassuring.]

D'you ever get sick of parties like this?