He didn't respond to the raised eyebrow, beyond glancing away, knowing full well that the woman he loved hadn't fallen for his attempt at deflection. Which he couldn't help but at least attempt to continue for a moment at least. "I do have a theory that tea could actually contain magic in some form, which you would seem to be the master of."
He did stare at the cup, at the liquid within, because it was easier than looking at Belle as she oh so succinctly described what he was truly doing, his fear at how to face his son. After all the sins he had committed against him.
"I do still say that the charity is your fault and will one day cause problems." With those twins and living for free, and Belle volunteering the gold frequently. There would be expectations! Still, he sighed, finally putting the tea to one side.
"Here he has no reason to trust me, or work with me. In Neverland, our common goal was Henry, his safety. To rescue him from Pan's clutches. Here? There is nothing to stop Bae from simply having a distance between us. A distance I would respect, though I'm not sure I could bear it."