I always wear a dinner jacket. I never have this definition of what goes for the morning or the evening or what works for the weekend.
You're not very nice," I say, grinning. "You're one to talk. " "Hey, I could be nice if I tried. " "Hmm. " He taps his chin. "Say something nice, then. " "You're very good-looking. " He smiles, his teeth a flash in this dark. "I like this 'nice' thing.