"And you'll serve them. Just far more cheerfully than normal, perhaps," he replied, teasingly.

He was mentally going back through their conversation, sifting out the parts he found interesting. "So you work here for your siblings?" he asked. His fingertip touched his glass, immediately sending a fine layer of frost through it, chilling the liquid. It was an action that was not unconscious, but not to show off, either. Mostly he wanted to see if she would notice, to see how sharp she was. "Do they do anything for you, or are they too young?" Or selfish, maybe, but judging by her looks, he doubted they were old enough.