[The resultant smile that rather reluctantly drawled honey gets is utterly delighted. She always loves a good sport.]

For the record, [and she does strongly considering keeping the game up by adding a rather put-upon darling into the mix. Saccharine? Probably too much.] there's no posted signage warning off smoking.

[She leans in a bit, careful not to infringe too mightily upon a man's personal space and in the world's most conspiratorial, Aussie-and-South-African-accented style whisper,]

I think you're safe for now.

[She retreats back into her own personal bubble and more loudly,]

But don't worry. If anyone tries to take your drink, I'll rise to the occasion of protecting your honour, darling.

[oop, there it is. her cheeky little grin pretty much says it all.]