Briar took her own drink off the tray with a smile completely different than the acidic one she had been giving Belmont and a nod of thanks. Being an incorrigible snob to the waitstaff was not something she felt like doing just to impress or fit in with Belmont, especially since she started doing a similar job.
She waved a hand in dismissal at the plaguing prat, "That sort of thing is temporary." Maybe. Who knows. It wouldn't be the first time she talked her way into their good graces, people were fickle and Clovennians were the hungry sort-especially politicians. It was something she could use, if she wanted to. But this encounter was making her feel quite content to stay where she was.
Below the table, her hand not holding her drink cracked each of her knuckles and drummed silently against her thigh. There was the urge, a strong one, to growl and say something stupid and irrational like I will eat you one day. Or maybe stab him in the thigh. It curled under her skin, and it was only growing up in her father's house and the want to not give him the pleasure of proving him right about her that kept her calm. So she smirked at him instead, "You are completely right, I have no family home to crawl back to." So sad, her voice said, with an overdone pout, "But I do have my own money my daddy didn't give me, the freedom to travel where I want, and two forms to my name. So you know." Briar gave him a considering look, "I don't think I need them." There was an implication there, that he was lacking all those things, that he needed the support system that she had given up. Though he was pretentious enough that he was surely impervious to the words, it made her feel better.