“Just a regular coffee,” he said, smiling and taking a seat across from her. Pretty, very pretty. That was automatically a point in the good column for her. And friendly, a bonus there. Jareth was used to one of three reactions when he was around women, regardless of age. Either they feared him because they knew who he was, fawned over him because he looked rich, or ignored him because the hadn't a clue who he was. It was extremely rare to have someone just engage him in coversation.
Maybe she knew who he was. That would be pleasing. But, if not, no harm done. “Highlander Grogg, actually. Quite a pleasing flavor of coffee.” It was exceedingly kind of her to invite him to sit down. Unexpected and kind.