She shoots him a flat look at that remark. Not funny, sir.

Instead of answering right away, she pensively stares down at the drink, bringing the cup closer to her face to feel the warmth and take a smell of the bouquet. Relief tickles under the skin, thankful for no trace of blood.

Was it a double? Or something else.

She purses her lips for a beat, then sips, testing and also biding time.

"...It's just tea. It should be fine."