If he'd expected to annoy her then the attempt hadn't succeeded. "A drink would be fine, thank you." Micha accepted the offer as if it were the natural course of events.
Patience was something she'd worked hard at developing over the decades, there was no hurry in rushing to the subject of her visit. Micha would bet all her possessions that he had a reasonable idea why she was wanting to talk, they'd get to it in good time.
She followed toward the kitchen, letting him set the pace.