Andras looked unimpressed, in fact, he looked mildly displeased. "I prefer letting them decide. People. Not just mortals.." he set the half finished glass of milk down and folded his arms on the table as he looked at her, giving her a smile that was so friendly that only someone she trusted could have worn it.
"Take you for example." he shrugged a smile, "Anything you want these days that you've had trouble getting?" that smile turning boyish for just a second, "Though it's hard to imagine anyone denying you anything.."