"Chasity! What a pleasant surprise seeing you here!" Levin greeted the young woman with a warm smile. As much as he liked all the Adler boys, he found them to be a prudish lot, a little out of place in the modern era. Thus it gave him some pleasure to see Chasity dressed in  modern fashion and smoking a cigarette- were it up to those boys, she'd be wearing a corset and hoop skirt and would probably swoon from all this excitement. "This here is a Pimm's Cup, lassie. A fairly weak drink, true, but it does one good to stay sharp sometimes."

He waved off her apology for the cigarette, then quickly looked to see if her brothers were watching. Satisfied that they were not, he extracted his own gunmetal cigarette case and extracted three of his own gaspers. "Here, try a few of mine. I get this blend made specially, it's a mix of Virginia and Turkish tobacco. If you like them, I can give you the name of my tobacconist." He tapped the side of his nose conspiratorially. 

"In answer to your question, Miss Adler, I'm really not much of a dancer. I've no sense of rhythm. No, I just made a few donations to some charity or other, and they gave me a ticket to this soiree out of thanks. It'd be poor form not to show up! No, lassie, were I here for my own amusement I'd have picked someone other than the most boring man in Britain as my plus one.," he said with a wave to Iceberg.

Levin stopped for a moment, considering. Might as well let the young things have a little fun. "Berg, give me your dance card. I want you to show this lady a nice, proper time. That's an order," he said, leaning back.

Berg handed it over without a word. Leaning back forwards, he grinned impishly as he pushed it over to Chasity. "My young friend Mr. Isaac Berg is a little shy, but he requests the honor of a dance, Miss Adler."