[He pretends to look offended, pressing a hand to his chest as though he finds her words insulting.] Obvious? Me? Are you sure you're talking about the right person?

[Honestly, she isn't wrong. He had a few blends he was partial to, but Wriothesley also tried every blend at least once and he isn't one to waste any sort of food item. Then again, Clorinde has dined with him enough to know the particulars about how he takes his tea, so this wasn't surprising in the least.

And the man is gracious about her familiarity to him since she doesn't question his more tired appearance.] How can I say no when you offer so sweetly? [He pats the spot next to him.]