He was cocky answering her question with an obvious reply, "Seeing you." Again, getting that sourpuss expression amused him to no end. He had remembered girls like her at school that seemed to never be satisfied. It egged him on to irritate them because they were unreasonably demanding to him.
And then he shrugged, "There is more to see and do here than..." he didn't bother finishing his sentence when the food came in the middle of it. He took a long drink of the fire whiskey, feeling it burn down his throat before continuing, "What are you doing here?"