"Yes" Jenn replied, she actually didn't care for tea but it was her default setting when asked if she wanted something. People rarely wanted you to say what you actually wanted and never liked it if you said no.
She pushed the plate with his cheese sandwich towards him silently, the knot in her stomach tightening as she looked for his reaction to it. Why she cared she didn't know, he was a slave too - every bit as worthless as she was. Maybe because she wasn't used to male slaves, in her past men had always been Masters.