[His eyes lower under his lashes. He does not answer at first because the tea and macarons come to them with the very hated chirping of Master.]

Thank you.

[He pushes the fancy plate of macarons toward Wolfwood, then cups his hands around his teacup.]

...We talked, yes. I apologized, though I don't think he will forgive me. Not that he has to. Then we've bickered off and on ever since because he acts a lot like you and the detective unfortunately.