"Well, you came over here. I figured you might need something." Since it's kind of her job to fulfill his needs.

She's cringing, turning her head away as she wishes he would stop questioning her. "It's nothing. I just really hate this song, that's all." Swann gulps down some of her drink harshly, and flinches when the TV announcer loudly declares their return from commercials by booming, "Viatrix Paylor-Honeymead, where is she now?!"

Swann swipes her face like she's tired. "It's just... they're just talking about my mother, it's not a big deal. They're not supposed to talk about us, though."