[Lilias smirks a little at the deliberate stroke of Ophelia's fingers, subtly at odds with her rather demure replies. The way her hands move to brush against skin suggests that a drink isn't all she'd like, and despite Ophelia's claim that she isn't one to settle, to Lilias, she gives off the impression of one who is harbouring desires that she isn't quite ready to voice. But the evening is still young, yet. There will be plenty of time to see if she can coax a bit more out of her, and a drink is an excellent place to start.]

Hmmm.

[Lilias hums, pretending to consider the request as Ophelia finishes up with her braid. She waits until it's pinned in place before she makes her decision.]

Yes, I think I would like a drink. You may pour some for us, once you've finished your current task.

Oh—and fetch something light for us to eat, as well. Something sweet, I think.