Belle Ivers:
When the stranger asked for a light, Belle was quick to react.
"My no sir! You should cease smoking, the resulting cocktail of chemicals cut into most commercial tobacco is positively poisonous! Mark my words, one day they will look back on a time smoking was common and marvel at our collective ignorance!"
The stranger in the light blue uniform flashed her a warm, genuine smile.
"Ah, but this is not American tobacco. It is the finest Turkish variety of the Ottoman Empire! I do not doubt that there is poison in your cigarettes, but the Turks use Cardamon instead. I believe so, at least."
Unsucessful in his search for a match, he put the cigarette away again and gave Belle a slight bow.
"But I have forgot my manners! Allow me to introduce myself", he started, the second sentence apparently such a well-used phrase by now that it's hard to distinguish where one word ends and the next begins.
"I am the Major Leopold, Freiherr von Steinhof, military attaché to the diplomatic mission of the Great Empire of Austria-Hungary to both the United and the Confederated States of the United States and officer in His Apostolic Imperial Majesty Franz Joseph's army."
He gently took Belle's hand and mimicked kissing it, his lips hovering a fraction of an inch above her skin in true gentleman's fashion.
"Enchanté"