He noticed the slant of her shoulders as she grew a little more at ease, which made him realise that she hadn't been, earlier. As a naturally social person it was easy to sometimes forget that other people weren't, but Much wanted people to be comfortable as much as he wanted them well fed and enjoying what they were drinking. Everything about the world worked better if everyone was feeling at home.
"We do have beer," he said, mirroring her as he leaned against the bar too. "But I do have specialties. Plural," he added, with a wink. "Are you fruity? You don't strike me as a fruity fizzy cocktail kind of person. Something more classic. But inventive. What about a Vesper? We have this really great orange and lime leaf gin I've been dying to see how it works in a Vesper." Much flashed his eyebrows enticingly, trying to draw more of a smile out of her with his own.