[She finds it funny how the word 'Princess' is something she breathed night and day for the majority of her life. She's heard the title used since her first memories as a child up until just before appearing in this facility. Though she prefers the term 'Your Highness', for some reason it has always come across as condescending when Oliver uses formalities with her. Which is why she is mildly annoyed with herself for not having the energy to fight him on its usage any longer. Other than a slight eye roll, she ignores the word and allows the smirk to remain for the time being.]
I'm quite alright, thank you. But there is something you can help me with.
[The bot returns with two coffees and creamer. There is sugar already on the table, but Cornelia leaves hers black and immediately raises it to her lips to test the temperature. Not too bad. After returning it to the table, she fixes her gaze on him again, hoping the warmth she feels rising to her face isn't noticeable to him.]
That is the last time we will drink wine together. Do you understand?