Lancelot half fishes at her a moment, mouth opening and closing as he tries to work out how to respond.

"I..."

He gestures helplessly to his table, where he still has a little coffee left. Only about a quarter of his coffee, to be fair, but it's still there. Should he ignore it? Should he let her buy him another drink anyway? Suddenly even the simplest decision seems mired by awkwardness. He lets out a breathy huff of amusement, offers a half shrug.

"I suppose I could drink more. Do I get to know the name of the person offering?"