The slight hint of a smirk crossing Noah's lips was enough to please Cerise, who felt her own smile widening in response. She called for her elf, who entered the room bearing the tea tray and poured Noah a cup the way he usually took it, refilling Cerise's as well. "There," Cerise murmured, taking a sip of her tea before setting the cup down on the saucer. "So how have you been, Noah?" With a hint of concern she looked up at him and added, "Any visions lately?" She knew how hard they were on him and she often worried.