[He reaches out for her hand, taking it very gently, as though somehow convinced that she's very delicate -- and, indeed, she looks delicate to him, even slowed by the alcohol as he is -- and shakes it.]

That'd be makin' the assumption that I was a gentleman.

[It could so easily sound dismissive and rough, but he says it with such a teasing note inherent in his voice that it's obvious that, even if he means it (and he does,) he finds it very amusing, somehow. Her name strikes him as familiar, and his brow furrows a little with the concentration required to think seriously about it, trying to call up from already shaky memory where he's heard that name before. It'll come to him.]

I'm Jimmy.

[He says it with another easy grin, draining his drink, wondering if those're nerves he hears in her voice or if he's just reading things into her tone that weren't there in the first place. Maybe she's uncomfortable about sitting here alone with him -- he can't exactly blame her.]

James Edison Darmody, if we're gonna be formal about it.

[Is it rude, to tease just a little, at the way she's introduced herself with her full name? Maybe, but he likes to think he's charming enough to get away with it. There's no malicious intent, just genuine amusement.]