Ainsley laughed a little. "That sounds like a good thing to be. So thanks." Again the odd word choice came off as charming, and Ainsley thought nothing of the word "delicious" being used to describe people.
He noted the finger tapping, but didn't really think much of that either. If the guy wasn't a drinker, then he could maybe understand his mild restlessness. Especially if alcoholism or something was involved. "And what drink is that?" he asked with a grin after he'd taken his first sip of Manhattan. "Some really fancy coffee thing with lots of foam and stuff? Or something more exotic, like tea from Japan or Africa that has to be brewed to an exact temperature?"