"It's better than I'm used to. Well, what I haven't had to build with my own two hands. But I am a little homesick for what was mine. This...isn't my home. I don't feel in my own skin here, if you understand what I mean." Erik felt fairly awkward himself around her, as his only interaction with a woman who was not his mother or Madame Giry was Christine. He seemed much more quiet than a man with many talents should be.
"Secretaries can be nuisances at times. Oh, you meant in other terms. Right," his cheeks flushed a little as he finished steeping the tea and poured it into the cups. "I'm unsure of how you take your tea, but here are all of the accoutrements you'll need for it. Help yourself."