He looks like he may bolt at the slightest provocation so she takes a step back as she gestures at the tea service on the console table against the wall behind her. A small, well-used portable stove sat to one side, ready to be lit to heat the water.

"I often take tea after our lessons and I thought it may be nice for you to join me tonight."

She takes another backward step then turns and strikes a match, lighting the little kerosene contraption and setting the small metal pot to heat. Carefully, she adds the water and turns back to him, half wondering if he'll have made his escape while her back was turned.

He hasn't, not that he doesn't look like the idea hadn't crossed his mind. She almost feels bad. She hasn't trapped him here, but he looks for all the world like she has. Though, as she had planned this part, perhaps she sort of has trapped him, or at least intended to.

Feeling guilty, her smile falters and she glances down at her hands, clasped at her waist before her.

"If you wish to leave, I do understand."

She can't quite keep the disappointment from her voice, but being an actress means she does pretty well. It isn't as though she can blame him for not exactly trusting her. The last time they had met in person, she had stripped him of his mask.