Ah, there was an answer. And a very cold, simple answer too. One that begged more questions to be asked, but right now, Tyrion was not on the mood to hear about military tactics and armies and the way of things in other worlds at war. And besides, it wasn't often he got to sit and drink with many female warriors. They were a rarity in his world. Women grew to be Queens and Ladies, but never warriors. Unless they grew wild.
He waited for her to clean up and decided he would just drink from the bottle from now on. Unless there was another cup somewhere. He placed the cup and bottle aside and hopped down, wandering around to see if maybe someone had left one. He found a small metal cup that looked like it had been made at the forge for practice, blew the dust out of it and brought it over, filling it with wine for himself. She could have the cleaner of the two.
"And what shall we talk about?" he asked, curious to hear her answer.