[She looks up at him again and the initial surprise that surfaces on her features quickly fades as her eyes lower back down to the coffee and then divert to the table. She's learning that she under estimates him a little too much. Not that she doesn't expect him to be observant, but she isn't used to people calling her bluff so blatantly.
Cornelia settles back in her chair at his question, mostly because as he leans forward, the scent of his cologne becomes stronger, as does the weight of his gaze. Her brow arches slightly at his boldness, but she holds her tongue until the coffee he has ordered for them is delivered to the table and the bot is gone.]
You needn't worry. It has nothing to do with you.
[Her tone doesn't contain its usual harshness. Instead, her lips curve upward slightly, a vague glimmer of amusement in her eyes.]