Slater was disrupted from his thoughts and when he turned with a smile to Delia he coughed a little and rubbed his fingers on his chest. Tea was always a welcome distraction, especially Delia's cuppas and he leant forward, taking the china cup in his rather masculine hands to take a sip.
"Aha, you know what I'm thinking when I play with my mustache?" he chuckled, "I didn't know I was that predictable. But no, it's not a good sign." Suddenly he frowned, another thought striking him but he brushed it away for now. Gulping down the tea he gave a satisfied sigh, smiling gratefully at his daughter. "I'm trying to work my way around Fisher in my head - he knows me well. I need the element of surprse. Don't be getting ideas though. Suggestions for me are alright, I want you staying out of it."