[ He just gives Claude a dry look because the man never lets a chance to pester him about his teas pass by untouched. ]

Since when are they your merchants? Because I don’t think they know that. They were more than happy to chat me up. I think they’re cheating on you.

[ Still, he props his chin in his palm once more, watching Claude as the other man is clearly debating on seconds or not, a smile playing about the corner of his lips. He’ll take all of it as a compliment, honestly. The one kind he doesn’t hesitate over accepting, because Claude’s enjoyment had been clear and genuine from the first bite. ]

And what makes you think I don’t have my hands full experimenting already?