Merry nodded slowly, politely refusing to think too hard about what she was vaguely referencing, and grateful that he didn't have to go any further with that line of conversation. He could have admitted that he found her pretty, but there was no chance she'd be getting under his skin any time soon, either.
He sat back in the chair, relaxing for the first time, but it was more like giving into defeat. Maybe the coffee would help.