Kit shook his head mutely, intimidated by the other men in the room. He sipped politely at the tea even though the liquid was scalding hot, and he burned the roof of his mouth. Miserably, he set the tea cup on the saucer and left it at the side table next to his arm chair. He considered for a moment piping in after Gabe and offering to paint him but he couldn't think of an appropriately casual statement. Allow me to represent your facade truly; mortals can hardly paint gods but I should wish to try...
Defeated, Kit shook his head again and tried to turn invisible, slouching into the arm chair with a quiet sigh.