"They're all blondes here," Hank said.
"Wonderful, isn't it?"
The girls smiled at them in passing and Paco turned to look after, but they didn't stop. Hank and Paco went on.
It didn't take Hank long to get onto Paco's system. It was beautifully simple. He merely smiled widely at every girl that went by. If she smiled back, he stopped and tried to start a conversation with her.
He got quite a few rebuffs but—Hank remembered an old joke—on the other hand he got quite a bit of response.
Before they had completed a block and a half of strolling, they were standing on a corner, trying to talk with two of Moscow's younger set—female variety. Here again, Paco was a wonder. His languages were evidently Spanish, English and French but he was in there pitching with a language the full vocabulary of which consisted of Da and Neit so far as he was concerned.
Hank stood back a little, smiling, trying to stay in character, but in amused dismay at the other's aggressive abilities.
Paco said, "Listen, I think I can get these two to come up to the room. Which one do you like?"
Hank said, "If they'll come up to the room, then they're professionals."
Paco grinned at him. "I'm a professional, too. A lawyer by trade. It's just a matter of different professions."