The bartender obliged and set about filling one glass and topping up the second, entirely too well-trained for his mouth to crack into a smile. He obviously knew better than to laugh in the face of someone who looked like they wouldn't hesitate to bean him around the head with a shoe.
Adam, on the other hand...
"Pet names?" he exclaimed, as if she had just cruelly accused him of calling her his pookie snuggle bear, or some such. "I was only stating a fact. But, if it makes you feel better, I guess you could call me demi-god, if you wanted. No one's ever called me that," he said with a level of muted amusement at the look she gave him. "Might enjoy it."