"Not melodramatic," Orsino said, smirking at Heath. "I just happen to take eating very seriously, and no desire to have bran flakes for dinner. Or I just wanted the company." He turned and batted his eyelashes before looking away with a short laugh.
The sudden appearance of a perfectly chilled beer at his disposal was a welcome turn of events, and Orsino thanked Gid before following his gaze to the television. "I second that question."