( he can't help but smile again at the offer, slid so easily and effortlessly into the conversation. )

Very well. A cup of tea then, if it is not too much trouble.

( like this, it almost feels as though they are back in fontaine, and they are simply meeting in his office over standard business. almost. but wriothesley is in his undergarments as he pads casually through the bedroom, and his own outfit is still in a state of disarray, the top button undone, and the ends of his hair sticking out every which way.

perhaps he ought to take care of that matter first. neuvillette clears his throat. )

But before we dive into the depths, I don't suppose you have a private bathroom in which I can freshen up? Assuming this is your room, of course.

( it must be, judging from the familiarity with which wriothesley walks around. )