[Sadie watches closely, as if she's observing the final moments of a very close, very important sporting match, and actually claps her fingers together in delight as he finishes.]

Oh, I can see you have excellent taste! I could tell you were a man of refinement the moment we first spoke.

[And she's reaching into the balls again. Seriously, how much of the pit is plastic and how much is alcoholic accoutrements? It may forever remain a mystery.]

May I pour you another?