[ Clay smirks, appreciating the dry humor in her response immensely. He responds as she starts to summon the caterer. ]

Ah well, I bet on hockey rather than ponies for a reason. [ His fingers brush hers when he takes the flute. ] Why yes, I do see. Now that alone almost makes you worth the expense, dear.

[ He clinks her glass against his, looking over her with what looks like affection. But he must be thinking about the upcoming round of golf again. Quickly, he jumps to another topic of conversation. ]

Do you play? Or any other sports? [ The smile is hidden behind a sip of champagne. ] ...Swimming?