She nods once, an acknowledging incline of her head, although her eyes might look over him for an additional second longer than could be termed entirely appropriate before she reverts her attention to the tray in front of them, reaching to pour with a slow and purposeful movement and all without spilling a single drop.

He may prefer his untouched, but there's opportunity for him to note exactly how many cubes of sugar she places in her own cup, obviously indicating the presence of a preference for sweetness — though she won't do that until after she collects his cup and hands it to him directly, fingers drifting along his with unconscious intent.

"Of course," she murmurs, and then prepares her own to her liking before bringing the tea to her lips, her gaze finding his above the cup.

"Truthfully, I'm grateful you found me. After what transpired between us... I was also hoping for the chance to speak."