Lysander's eyes went wide and leaned closer to her, "It's difficult to talk about here," he started in a whisper, "I do not want him to think I am angry with him." He still was touching her hand, looking into her eyes.
Smiling as he realized how close to her he was, he sat back when the maid came in with the snacks and tea. "Thank you, doll," he said to the maid before she walked back out. "I suppose he thinks I want to take my title back from him. Which is simply not the case... One sugar or two?" he asked as he poured her a cup.