“Your business acumen must be quite splendid,” he spoke with a veracious vernacular that was apropos for such a well-heeled man.
“Quite,” I responded with a nod from my outstretched pinky, holding a glass of Chateau Margaux.
“And, if you would be so kind as to remind me of what it is that you do.” The prodigious curiosity was unbecoming from a man of his stature. He looked at me inquisitively, eyebrow raised.
I contentiously raised my eyebrow commendably higher than his, lowered my polite pinky, and said, “Secret.”
He tried, and spectacularly failed at raising his eyebrow as high as mine, and when knowingly defeated, responded, “Excusez-moi.”