"Hey, what. my coat tails aren't good enough for you anymore?" he joked with a warm smile, just following her lead and lightening the mood for a moment. It had been a heavy discussion, and it had been hard to hear, never mind to be the one reliving it.
"That's alright. I knew it was going to be changed. We aren't huge fans of anything that sounds like it belongs to the King, you know," he explained with a cheeky look about him.
Alexander didn't really know what she was doing when she stared off into space, and he worried for a moment that he had pushed too hard. He leaned forward, examining her face for a moment with some concern, and then suddenly she blinked out of it and he took a breath he hadn't intended to skip.
Ah. Abigail Hobbs. He didn't think she was a real danger to Maryanne, but they had spoken in confidence and he wouldn't betray that by commenting either way now. Instead, he simply gave a nod of acknowledgement. "Well. They're not bad odds, and let's hope it doesn't come to that."
With that, he stood up. He wasn't going to bother asking if she needed a break this time, if she said she didn't he would simply claim that he did. "Alright, I'm getting us a refill, these are..." he scrunched up his nose, cold coffee and watered down no longer iced tea. "Yeah, back in a minute," he told her, lifting their cups and heading back over to the counter.