"Sure. That sounds nice." And warm. Daphne's body temperature had gone up considerably when she'd gotten out of her wet clothes, but she wasn't about to turn down adding some warm tea to that equation.
She made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen where she perched herself on a bit of empty counter space, crossing her dangling legs daintily at the ankle. "Do you cook for yourself often, George?" she asked. She was genuinely curious about that. Most men seemed incapable, but George didn't have a woman around to do it for him.