Orsino noticed when she smiled it didn't reach her eyes. He hated when she did that. He hated when anyone did that. Pretending was not one of Orsino's favorite personality traits in anyone. He almost sighed, but refrained.
He ordered a beer and waiting until it came and he could take a drink to continue their conversation. He knew her and her mother didn't get along, he knew Jamsie was gone, and he was a very important part of her life. He knew she was having a hard time still with what happened to them, and with that Lysander fellow. Sitting here now watching her try and be all fun and cheerful made him almost angry.
He took a deep breath though, before he started talking again. "You really need to stop this Rox," he told her severely, no sugar coated talking. "I know you're not happy, so stop pretending to be." He turned and gave her a piercing stare, as though challenging her to say otherwise.