Friends? As friends? She wanted to scoff at his petty suggestion and maybe phase him through the floor until half of his body was visible and the other half was hanging in the wine cellar. Audrey decided with the conviction only women seemed to possess that Richard was stupid. Handsome, charming but nevertheless, stupid. She scowled at him, the confusion in her mind translating itself as anger. She couldn't make heads or tails of the situation and it irked her.
"What do you want, Mr. Hastings?" her voice was soft and her tone level. If he wanted a drink there was no one stopping him. Certainly not her.. so what was he really after now?