I meant a drink, actually. It hardly seems fair for me to imbibe while you sit on your hands. You can still drink water, yes? Or broth in a cup— I won’t judge.

[Besides, it’s not as if Maevaris intends to march behind the counter and fetch whatever his heart desires herself. There are barmaids for that. She will, however, dote on him endlessly. There’s no getting around that. The true price of her affection.]