One of Gwenog's eyebrows shot up in surprise when her almost-command was obeyed. Interesting. Save that thought. "I don't generally offer things I'm not willing to go through with," she said.
He apparently knew shitty people who didn't sit with you when buying you a drink. She'd done that, but usually when sending a drink as thanks and they were already with people not alone. And honestly the threatening tears weren't something she wanted to see. Maybe he was already drunk.
"For fuck's sake. Yes, come and sit with me. I don't bite unless you ask," she said, hitched her eyebrows up and smirked with a couple of quick clacks of her teeth, before shaking it away with a twitch of her head. Bad habit, flirting with every attractive person in her vicinity. "I'm having juice so the healers won't whine about me breaking my diet. What do you want?" She'd had a pint of cider earlier, but she knew her limits and what she could get away with regime wise and it was time to switch to soft drinks.