I don't mean to cause any offense by it. I was raised to treat all women with manners, so the term of endearment comes naturally.

( After every lady's name, young or old! Of course, if it really bothers her, he can stop for her sake, if he puts his mind to it. Leaning over, he swipes a drink from one of the trays passing by with many of them. Not the champagne, pointedly— something with less issues. )

It certainly is strange. This isn't like any brothel I've seen.