[Oh, he's being read like a book yet again— he huffs, but he's amused about it if sheepish. The hand kiss is sweet and appreciated; he wiggles his fingers at Wriothesley, like, yes yes, he's fussy, he knows...]

Thank you... I am happy you came.

[Anyway, let him putter around to get the tea ready for serving; the sweets are already on the table on a lovely little platter. They are rose-themed, of course. This time, he's managed to find the elusive floral tea, of a higher quality that he prefers.]

We are having a floral blend. Help yourself to a snack, while I pour. And as for the evening, did I not say? [remember.] Fun and results.