He had never felt so acutely aware of the fact that George and his husband had slept together until now and he swallowed a little as he tried not to let his jealousy surface. He knew Grantaire loved him and would never want to sleep with George again, but he couldn't help that it made him somewhat uncomfortable. His body tensed just a little.
Too caught up in trying not to be jealous his mind didn't dwell on the social injustice of the fact they she had had a butler.
He picked up his cup of 'tea' and pretended to take a sip. "It is delicious tea," he said, offering the young girl a smile as he tried not to dwell on it.