It wouldn't make him happy, to inflict pain upon her. A statement so unprofound in its simplicity, and yet she's hung up on it. As she picks it apart, examines it, for any possible hidden meanings behind it.

But Ava's forced to shove the thought to the back of her mind to deal with later, giving a bit of a 'agh!' sound as she grows far too large for the glass, the whole thing toppling over as she lands full size atop the bar counter. She looks slightly dazed, but at least the wave of nausea fades quickly.