[There is but a brief moment in which a piece of her slips. The second in which his tongue glides along the pearly white bone of his teeth and highlights the sharpness of his canines. It is in that moment that Tohsaka must curse her over-active imagination. It's helpful in devising plans, bu also unhelpful in the ways that every single thought somehow manifests into a haunting image. Like one of Douman sinking his pointy teeth deep into the softness of her skin. That same skin that has a soft, faded flourish of her suit mark sprouting up between her breasts and spilling out over her upper sternum.

It is but a moment, though. Her headache from the ungodly hours of the party have her much too burdened with pain and drowsiness to feel much else. Nothing more than the smallest spark of excitement, and definitely not the flush of heat and color to her cheeks. No, if her body is to entertain those... well she'll have to get a little food and medicine in her.]

You most certainly are. Very well, English Breakfast tea and breakfast sandwiches it is.

[Typically Rin is one to want the fancier things. To tout her elegance and show off her propriety. However with a headache that makes her brains feel like they'd be better oozing out her ears... she wants a quick fix. Something cheap, easy to handle, and something that will settle her stomach.

Her watch makes a little jingle to alert her that the order has been confirmed, and silently she thanks her lucky stars that it didn't bug out on her like it usually does.]

Tell me you card, Servant. You seem so willing to brag about your station — so don't hold back.