Lan nodded softly, noting the tone of the conversation. While it was enjoyable to talk to him, it was also taking a lot more of her energy to remain standing there, being as witty and approachable as the job demanded it. She wouldn't complain, but her bed upstairs seemed like the only thing worth her energy now.
Clinking glasses for a final sip, Lan made a discrete sign to the waitress, who had moved away just enough to be outside earshot; this wasn't the kind of conversation she needed people to be listening, mostly because it had no worth out there, and because manners, of course. The glasses removed, Mathieu was presented with the bottle of wine, properly closed, still two thirds to go. "A gift in appreciation to your hard job, and the promise of another meeting, of course."