Emcee looks at him a little askance, a smile slanting his painted lips. Maybe he's even blushing slightly. He didn't think he'd go so far as to say something like that.

"Well-- thank you. Like I said, flattery will get you everywhere, terribly vain creature that I am." He grins.

"I think, however, that deserves a drink. Would you like a glass of wine or anything else?"