Two cubes of sugar. [He says it without any hesitation, seemingly used to how he always has his tea. It's his usual go to, though he has definitely tried other combinations of items depending on the tea and how it's brewed. Wriothesley is quite fond of trying out teas as authentically as possible. The man really is into very simple pleasures.

He's caught off guard by Navia's following words though, eyes widening and eyebrows shooting up.] Pardon me, but what makes you think that I might come to resent you?

[Navia and him don't interact heavily. It isn't as though it's because he dislikes her or anything. He respects her quite highly if anything. Walking out of her father's shadow and being a proper boss is not an easy thing to do. As someone who had to crawl to the top, he definitely can understand what sort of pressure she had on her.

His limiting Spina di Rosula and the Fortress dealings was merely an agreement he had been honoring with her late father. Still, he wonders if he had said or done something that makes her think that he holds any ill feelings towards her.

Wriothesley shakes his head after a moment.] I respect you greatly if anything. I am aware of what Spina di Rosula has done under your leadership and what you have managed. [Wriothesley might seem to always be hidden in the depths, but he had eyes and ears everywhere.

He runs a hand through his hair sheepishly.] But if you're worried, I believe how we view sex are very different things. I enjoy the pleasure it brings, and I enjoy giving my partners whatever pleasure possible, but I don't consider it much more than a physical activity. [Sure, that'll probably give something for Navia to chew on as to why Wriothesley views sex so casually, but he has no reason not to be honest.]

So I'm sorry to disappoint if you want something more out of it than a pleasure.