Lessard blinked slowly and arched a slender eyebrow with an elegant shrug at the alcohol was declined, smiling gently with a faint chuckle; one of companionship rather than humour. "Ahh, I understand... Well tea is just as pleasant." He lifted a hand to delicately place a spoonful of sugar into his own cup, stirring it for a time before placing the silverware back upon the tray.<br/><br/>"A dream?" He chuckled once again, shaking his head. "Ahh, if this were a dream I'd wager things would be very different... But its a pleasant enough thought. I'll indulge it." He winked across the table, lifting his cup to his lips and taking a small sigh with a heavy sigh before he crossed his legs neatly and rested it upon his lap, one hand gripping the cup gently. The other lifted to fiddle idly with his spectacles as he often did, blinking slowly as the name was corrected, nodding in a humble manner. "Oh, of course. My apologies... I have a bad habit of sticking rigidly to names... But as you like, Atticus." Again, he sipped at the tea, closing his eyes in contemplation for several long moments before finally he spoke again.<br/><br/>"I understand that I know little of your circumstances, but why do you not simply address the issue with Master Ryan directly? We should all feel safe in this House; it is our home as well as our workplace... And I am certain you would not be frowned upon for voicing your discomfort..."