She made a face, a mix between amused and disbelieving. Richard. This was Richard she was talking to. How easy it was to forget sometimes, how easy it was to.. fall into old habits. "Smooth as always, Mr. Hastings. You don't miss a beat, do you?" she gave him a coy smile, biting back a vicious look at his apologetic smile. She could at least try to be civil.
She laughed. Audrey genuinely laughed and gave him a pitying smile, trying to contain the rest of her humor behind her lips. She walked up to him and straightened his jacket with her free hand, smoothing down the fabric with that mocking smile still in place. "I can't believe you actually drank it," she said, shaking her head. God, he was an idiot. What was he trying to do?
"I might," she gave him a clueless shrug, toying with him. "Or might not. My memory is a little sketchy, Mr. Hastings."