"The pleasure is all mine," and she might have actually meant it. And staring at the list, her eyes widened just a fraction at finding just what she wanted. Wonderful. She would certainly become a regular here. "Naja Salaheem," she told him, for once leaving out the 'president' part that she held so dearly, even here. She was still president of Sara, wherever the hell that man took her. She'd figure it out.

Probably.

She spun a finger through the air then let it land on probably one of the strongest coffee on the list. "That would be even more pleasurable."