Damien stood a little under six feet himself, he surprised at how far down he had to look to see her. Not that he minded, she looked cute and squeezable. Not that he'd say that out loud, of course.
"I'm afraid I'm not sure," he said honestly. "I am a master of many things, the art of drying paper is not one of them. Mint jasmine all right?" He asked then, sliding a small tea glass towards her, it triangular and had no handle. "I have honey, sugar and lemon if you desire."