Brenna's eyes narrowed at his unexpected retort. Her? Leave? She was there first, quite obviously with food still on her plate. No wonder the world thought Americans rude if they came from the same mold as this one. Rude or ignorant, at the very least.
Defiantely, she nudged her chair out a few hairs, making it that much more difficult for him to sit down as she kept her own seat. Brenna wasn't going anywhere. Not until her wine glass was empty and she was good and ready. "Such a charmer," she returned, her own accent lilting. "First, you all but knock me off my seat and then you insist on flinging insults. I bet you have all the Greek girls falling on themselves to get near the likes of you."