Whoops. Perhaps he moved a little too far into the casual direction, perhaps it was just too soon. He won't let it be awkward, though he looks a little surprised at first. He's Hans, he's accepting of her flaws and her fears, it wouldn't be gentlemanly of him to hold something so subtle against her.

"Well, I do have a lot of time on my hands now. There aren't nearly so many royals to dote on." He gives her a sly smile so she knows he's totally joking and not at all sincere. Though truthfully he has been winning the hearts of commoners all over by keeping his manners in check. Any one of them could be a sponsor or someone liable to come at him in the arena.

Hans lets his eyes trail over the coffee shop curiously. It doesn't look nearly as lavish and high-class as some of the places he'd seen, but he can't be surprised that Elsa is the humble sort. His eyes linger on the sweets in the cabinet before he turns his attention back to her, sighing dramatically. "If you insist. I'm sure I couldn't stop you if I tried." He lets out a small laugh, looking up to the board before back down to her. "A white chocolate mocha, if you'd be so kind."