[ Xiao somehow found the one person who would not accept a drink from a stranger in this entire crowd — and not just because she held a goblet of red wine in a single hand, her fingers elegantly wrapped around the stem — but when Xiao approached with the bright green drink, she looked at it, and then at Xiao's severe expression, and let her own golden eyes meet his. ]

Oh, no thank you dear, what if it's poisoned?

[ She says, like he was bringing her a drink himself. ]

I appreciate the audacity though. [ Does she. Think he brought it to her as a way to hit on her?

She does. Nobody ever accused a Sahelian of being modest. ]

If you're so inclined, why don't you sit with me instead, and enjoy your drink? You could introduce yourself that way, instead.