A grin pulled at the corner of Gellert's lips, an initial response to Guy's statement, and he kept his attention on the other man, watching how Guy locked the door and glanced out the window briefly. He could not fault the man for being cautious; in truth, Gellert had made the decision to be on alert at all times. Not that he hadn't been before, but the conversation he'd had with Potter whilst being stuck in that wretched cabin was decidedly illuminating, and he would not allow the snippy runt to cause trouble for him.
"How true," he remarked, in a vocal agreement with Guy's statement before he headed up the staircase with the other man. He could feel the magic surrounding the room and, although he did not say a word, Gellert was mildly impressed at Guy's preparations for their first meeting. He walked into the bedroom when Guy opened the door and cast his gaze around the room, taking in it all with just a single glance, then walked over to the small table and took a seat on one of the chairs.
"Of course. One sugar, no milk," Gellert answered, appreciative of a good mug of tea after working the whole day. His fingers traced out an arbitrary pattern against the left pocket of his jeans, resting lightly against the outline of his wand. He had no reason to feel threatened here but it was an unconscious habit he'd developed over the years. "What occupation have you been assigned?"