"Ah, well If I couldn't make a dress and fetch a handmade breakfast what kind of butler would I be?" He smiled as he poured her tea, he did so what almost seemed careless fashion, but not a single droplet landed outside the cup, "Sugar? or perhaps honey?"<br/>He indicated the small jars resting on the platter, His stance was very proper, as if he had been doing the same thing for a very long time.  His age hidden by the secrets of his lineage.  He had been raised in an exacting fashion and looked as though he was ready to be a servant of the lady.