Such a sour face. There was a time men would fight to have me pour a drink for them and here you are with a grim face as I offer you the same, freely.

[She bobs her head as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other and making a casual gesture with one hand.]

Or are you sour because I dismissed your looks? Worry not, the more you gaze at me, the more I've taken a liking to your type of face. Yes... It's really not that bad at all.