~Pete sidles up to the bar where Sophie, as Derek walks out~
"Poor fella! You know, if he's set on landing a member of the fair sex he's in luck. I could give him a few tips in that department."
"You? Come on now, not Mr. P the confirmed bachelor!
"Hey, 'bachelor' is a noun which means 'not tied down'. Doesn't mean I don't have 'em lined up in every port from here to Stuttgart."
~Sophie can't help laughing out loud~ "Yeah I'm sure those Fraulines like 'em cuddly!" ~she leans forwards and takes a sniff~ "Say... is that actual soap I can smell? And my goodness, you've had a shave! Mr. P don't tell me you've turned respectable on us."
"As it happens, I did have a bit of a scrub-up. Strictly to wash the MOX dust out of my pores."
"Hmm, anyone would think you were out to impress the ladies."
~Pete sniffs~ "Like I need any superficial grooming and olfactory assistance to impress the ladies. They've always been bowled over by my natural charm and captivating wit, thank you very much."