He's startled more than anything. Nervous. He's never been asked to tea. He's never been asked to anything. Even when working for the Shah, he was mostly left to himself, even for meals.

Curiously, he watches her as she begins to make the tea. He makes several glances toward the mirror, pondering the idea of leaving before she's finished. It would be a simple thing to do. He could disappear back down to his personal space and continue to work on his music.

"Are you frequently interrupted during tea?" If the answer is yes, he's far more likely to depart swiftly.