"I didn't," she agreed with him, her voice wry with self-recrimination. "Instead, I served him tea. Earl Grey, because he seemed so stern." She paused. "And ginger biscuits."
Beauty was shaking her head, at that, and shuffling her feet a little awkwardly. She felt a little better already, and should probably step backward and give him his space. She lingered instead.
"I'm sorry for just..." She waved a hand vaguely at the door, then pushed at the air sharply, dismissing the apology and turning hard toward a separate point altogether. "Errol, please, whatever you do," she said, and tipped her chin up to look straight at him. "Just don't die, ever."