[Just the word of agreement is enough to get him to relax, even if it doesn't show very much in his movements. He's still carefully making the tea and adding a small plate to the table while it steeps, following a prescribed routine that he knows by heart. A small tea cake ends up on the plate, and as Xichen pours the tea into a cup for Grace, he glances up to catch her eyes.]
Then I shall trouble you for a bit longer while we are here. In truth, I am not sure what to think of last night.
[He gently moves the cup and plate toward her, eyes drifting down to the table.]
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Then I shall trouble you for a bit longer while we are here. In truth, I am not sure what to think of last night.
[He gently moves the cup and plate toward her, eyes drifting down to the table.]