John took a seat, resting his hat on the coffee table in front of him. "Of course Madam Herald, thank you" John leans back in the chair, it was nice to have a moment to rest after the last few days of introductions and moving havens. As the Madam Herald highlighted the juice John thought for a second. He did not care to drink heavily as he knew that to expel it later would not be a satisfying experience, but after a second the aroma had inspired his curiosity and he reached to pour a half glass. "Ah... Yes, I think I will. May I pour you a glass Herald Villers?" John stood and moved to the side of the table to prepare the drinks.
(John would pour her one if she cared for it, either way after all drinks had found their owners he would return to his chair)
The Herald's comment brought an unexpected smirk to John's face. "Dance? Well yes, but with no grand talent I'm afraid. Just a youth burning time on the dance floor Madam Herald" John brought the glass to his mouth and sipped every so slightly. Just enough to get a slight taste. He began to move the juice around his mouth slowly. Tasting the sweet sugars and the cold sensation that came with them.