For a long few moments Demeter just watched him, her expression unreadable, and then she walked back over to the bottle of absinthe and screwed the cap back on. This had been a futile attempt, just as she had thought it would be.
She drained the alcohol from her glass and put it down (quietly, gently) and then sighed. "I'll find my own way out," she said with one more glance towards him.
"Try it with sugar," Demeter said with a gesture towards the bottle and walked towards the door. "It's less bitter that way."