Henry offered Cosette a brief smile, he was somewhat glad that she seemed accepting of his approaching her. And especially glad that she referred to him as your majesty. He missed that. Even Anne Boleyn and Anne of Cleves didn't call him that much anymore.
"I do not believe I have ever had a cappuccino." He settled down in the chair across from the woman, setting his tea and pastry on the table in front of him. "I have managed to locate some sort of chai tea latte? I am not quite sure what it all entails, except the tea part. I thought I could not go wrong with tea," He smiled at Cosette once more.