Glancing at him over her shoulder, she catches his wandering eye, and smirks a little. His earlier claim, last time he'd drawn her, was that he was still a man, and that roving glance certainly proved his point. She doesn't let him see the smirk, waiting until she hears him hand the heavy garment on the coatrack before she turns.

"I'm a little thirsty," she muses, hands smoothing her skirt. They clench in the material for a moment as a sudden thought occurs to her. "Unless... no, never mind."