He looks to the hand on his shoulder then starts to pour the tea.<strong>"Assault, a violent physical or verbal attack. No, you are mistaken. I was tripped, and she assaulted me. Then she invited me in for tea. Also I can't be certain, but I get the feeling you are also threatening me right now."</strong>A strong winds blows in the room rattling anything not nailed down. Even though there wasn't an open window or anything. The oracle brushed it off like it didn't really happen. Then he set the kettle on an empty burner, and sits down to enjoy his tea.<strong>"Your tea is ready. You should drink it before it gets cold."</strong>