She let him kiss her hand, but gave him a dark look, warning him against trying that little move again. "I am not familiar with Jaffa" she said, with mild interest. She doubted it was anywhere near here, but it made for conversation. She nodded in acknowledgement of his comment about the arena. Let loose he'd said. She'd seen no restraint on their movements, but perhaps it was different when one had been in the arena. She wanted to ask, but that would make her no better than the reporter she'd rescued him from.

"May I get you a drink?" she asked instead.