Ceannah could have pointed out that if he wanted her to be polite then he wouldn't have met her within her bedchamber, he would have met her in the main room, but she didn't. He was right. How improper of her.
Because her servants were useless and spineless she slowly rose from the table, there were not that many steps between her and where she kept her wine, but she walked slowly either way. She picked two glasses out of a cabinet and laid them on the table. She pulled the glass stopper out of the crystal bottle and poured his glass first, then hers. When she was finished she set the bottle on the table and picked up his glass.
Now she stepped close, crossing the small distance between them. When she was a foot away she held the glass out to him. White wine.