Cressida went about serving the tea, pouring it into each of the elegant handmade cups and bringing them over on a silver tray. Resting it on the table, she asked after Ripley, "Sugar? Milk?" Cressida preferred her tea as it was, maybe with the slightest bit of sugar, but she enjoyed the bold flavor of Earl Grey. It made her feel like home, even if her favorite was jasmine.
"Thank you," she said in regards to the compliment, "It is still strange seeing it as my office. I used to come here to speak to my head of house when I was a student here." Cressida finished serving the tea and then sat back in her chair, taking a small sip of the piping hot liquid.
"I understand you speak demonic," Cressida said, "how fluent are you in the language?"