Blue eyes widened, the smile still tugging at the corner of her lips as Eva listened to his speech. Oval face tilting to the side, she looked him from head to foot. Her first greeting was not at all individual one could even say it was scripted. However, now as he moved beyond the idea of a coin in her purse, she let her eyes linger over him.<br/><br/>A contemplative light entered her gaze. Shaking her head at him slightly she finally responded after an extended silence, "Ah, but Sir, I am the service, you are the patron." She stated obviously as she crooked a finger, "I do not find myself paying for your time."<br/><br/>Lifting her chin she gazed at him from under her lashes as a small laugh rolled through her like a purr. A pleasant tone filled her voice, sweet and tempting like honey, "It's not that I am not happy, Sir, but I find discomfort in everyday activities." A delicate hand indicated to her stomach as she spoke. Her golden head bent as her sight shifted to her swollen midsection. "Tea would be nice, I think." She smiled, feeling the craving curl into her. Even as she turned away from him she was muttering, "I suppose, I'll get you some along the way, as well." It was obvious why the woman had hired employees. She had no tact. Yes, she could run the business, but as for basic interaction she lacked certain communication skills. Or perhaps, her curt nature was due to her current circumstance.<br/><br/>As she ventured past the counter to grab some cups she looked at him again. "You're welcome to have a seat...What kind of tea did you say?" Eva was sure he had not been specific, but then, her mind was waning these days.