She was too agitated to try and saunter around him, too tired to try and charm. She didn't want to give herself away in such a manner but... Ahh, what else could she do? But she retrieved a second glass and set it down on the table, filling his and offering it to him, waiting for him to take it before moving to refill her own. She grabbed the decanter and moved to a fainting couch, which had enough space for two. She gestured toward the end with the arm rest and stayed at the far end for the moment, sitting there because it was comfortable.

She set the decanter down on the sill behind her, then looked down at her drink. "It doesna matter what choice I make, in the eyes of the rest o' the world, I am a harlot. My name is smeared like shit beneath a bootheel." She took half the liquid into her mouth, held it there in her cheek for a moment, and swallowed it down while staring at the interesting patterns on the floor.