"Yes, tea would be lovely, dear. Thank you." Catherin didn't spare the girl a glance as she exited the room. Watching her son move about the kitchen, Catherin pursed her lips and shook her head. This simply wouldn't do, but Catherin knew better than to tell Oliver he shouldn't be with one of his women. He'd run off and marry the girl purely out of spite.
"This one can't even be bothered to wear clothing," she mused. "Though that does seem like a common trend amongst your conquests. Tell me, do you enjoy parading these witches in front of me or do I just always happen to come by at the wrong time?"