Mulciber was not a man who stared by habit, but he took in his environment with many glances and wide gazes, so he could more politely observe others. Montgomery was the epitome of uncomfortable, and Hereweald wondered what the girl was aware of or had been told to elicit such wariness. Demelza obediently ate, fixated upon her food and nothing else. She didn’t speak, and Mulciber didn’t mind it today. Of course, he intending on lessening some of his control later that night, so the Montgomery girl didn't think she was completely alone. If there was something Mulciber couldn't stand in his home, it was weeping females.
"Tea it is! Unfortunately I am all out of butterbeer." He poured her a cup and gently set it, along with ornate saucer, on Montgomery's side of the table. Once his role in the service was done, he took a seat and started eating Brussels sprouts - the vegetable he had chosen for their lunch. After finishing one, he swallowed, then gazed to Veronica.