I try. [A cheeky grin, because he thinks he's plenty funny. But for what it's worth, Wriothesley presses a quick, chaste kiss to the man's cheek.] I promise it's plenty enjoyable.

[Look, even if Lorenz ends up not liking it, wouldn't it be worth it to listen to this dumb man ramble on about tea and how to prepare them for hours on end? Because Wriothesley definitely can do that. He's practically doing it right now.] If I didn't know any better, you sound completely whipped for me, monsieur. [He grins at the other. Mirth fills those steel blue eyes.]

You needn't ask. If you tell me a time I will make myself available for a cup.