Her brow arched upward as she smiled, shaking her head slightly as she added a healthy dose of whiskey to the bottom of the teacup, and dropped the teabag in. So much for not drinking... and a good thing for that, too. teetotalers were an annoying breed. The kettle began to whistle (And that hardly took any time at all - patience being a virtue) she added the hot water, and brought him the cup and saucer, presenting it with a hint of a curtsy.
"Your tea, sir."
She took a seat on the table, one leg crossing over the other as she watched him with the tea.