[She gestures to the couch.] Sit, then, and we shall converse.

[But instead of seating herself, she makes her way to the little kitchette in the apartment.]

Would you care for wine, Cesare? Circumstances as they are, it is not nearly as fine as I might wish to be, but we must make do. [And it had taken a fair amount of searching and haggling to even get what she had.]