Aside from that she merely pointed out where to hang any clothes he found too warm for the Nest and hurried away to fetch him a drink.  She didn't ask his preferences; she knew them from Jill.  She merely decided that he would choose a double martini this time rather than Scotch and soda, the poor dear looked tired.  When she came back with a drink for each of them, Ben was barefooted and had removed his street jacket. "Brother, may you never thirst."