[An offering, like his to leave and make tea. A peek into the insides after a look at his. Information not freely, easily given.
She pours his first, deftly handling the teapot, the delicate tongs for the cube of sugar. The composure of a woman of title and breeding.

Then her own. Vanessa lets the silence sit till she has her first sip of tea. Shocking how such a simple thing can be so stabilizing.]

Thank you for allowing me a moment, Mr. Tepes. That was a series of very difficult conversations, I appreciate your honesty and understanding.