He nods a yes. It is always easier when people are able to read along with his mimes, no matter how clear he tries to be. At least, in that particular respect. He doesn't much mind leaving them to flounder when it comes to writ.

He laughs at her joke. A motion of mirth lifting his chin and tilting his head back a bit. Then he puts on show of a pout, head rested on one hand and the other on his chest. Oh woe is me. The smile comes back.

He looks curious at her then, pointing at her drink in attempt to ask what she's chosen.