Daisy
"Flowers?" Liza asked somewhat dubiously, glancing up at Havoc. He shrugged and grinned boyishly.
"For the lady of my dreams?" He pressed the flowers into the woman's hand, sweeping an elegant bow and kissing her hand.
"Right. I'll remember that when the General kicks up a fuss about you giving me flowers."
"There's a difference between being the lady of my dreams and the man of my dreams, Liza." He straightened his tie. "Now, I believe that we're on a Valentine's date?"
"Don't push it too far, Captain," she said warningly.
"Wouldn't dream of it. May I say that you look absolutely stunning in red?"
"Captain..."
"Of course, of course. I must be forgetting my manners."
"Like you ever had any..."
"I'm wounded, Liza." He contrived to give her his most cutely innocent expression.
"Like the way a brick is wounded..."