It's done in one seamless motion--flame drawn from the lighter and touched to the end of her cigarette--that absorbs him completely. Then with a metallic snap the lighter closes and Don settles back, raising his eyes to meet hers. "I'm Don Draper."

He drags on his cigarette, expels smoke in a slow stream. "Slightly less new." There's an almost companionable ruefulness to his tone. "Looks like you're finding your way around okay."