She's almost, almost managed to forget about it in watching the amaro happily receiving all the attention when he speaks up again. Gods damn it all.

"You say that like I wasn't injured too," Irhya replies dryly, squinting at him. "Besides, didn't I already tell you my whole purpose in asking was to avoid being too much of a pain in his arse about it?"

A part of her wants to go off further, about how she doesn't care about his disappointment or his general dislike of her bond with Emet-Selch, but she manages to turn her thoughts in a slightly less inflammatory direction. "And if he wasn't up to it physically or in the mood for it, I wouldn't push the issue." She crosses her arms, digging her fingers into her sleeves. "I'm not as much of an ingrate as you seem to think I am."