"You're really sweet," Maeve says and she appreciates what he's trying to do, but she also doesn't buy it. Not completely. There are still plenty of rich assholes in this place and just because the guy throwing the party isn't one of them doesn't mean there aren't a dozen milling around, just waiting for the chance to be a twat.

"You've already seen me have to eviscerate people here," she points out, then takes a sip of her beer. "Darrow is the same as every other place in that regard. You just don't see it because you're the one who gets to go home with the slag who'll blow you for a fiver."

She's teasing, grinning up at him, because even though she's absolutely sincere in how shit people can be, she doesn't want to ruin the mood tonight. She's having a good time and she wants to keep having a good time.