Marie-Ange was being a bitch. But after John's little drinking stunt, she thought he deserved it.
Jeremy on the other hand had no idea what the hell the issue was. "Nice grip," he said as he retracted his hand. And then reached for Marie-Ange's instead, giving her a light kiss on her knuckles. "Did you want something to drink?"
Apparently, he was smooth and suave too. Which was not going to bode well.