At the introduction, you began to dig around in the inner breast pocket of your coat. No need to be im-po-lite, so a calling card is in order. That's proper, and you wouldn't want this woman to think you anything but. Ha, ha!

Pressing a playing card emblazoned with a joker upon it into her hand, you say, "You can call me The Joker."

Twitching a little, you put on quite the show of turning around and inspecting the room.

"Oh, no," you say when you face her again. "I've been here for a week or so, but it's just so de-lighful here that it feels like years."