<strong>"No trouble at all my dear... too many people let their manners slip as soon as the idea of jobs and titles present themselves. Milk, sugar?"</strong><br/><br/>Christopher allowed her to enter and offered her the seat facing his desk before quickly switching on the kettle he kept at the side of the room. They'd tried to offer him one of those ghastly automated tea and coffee machines but quite frankly he'd rather eat his Gentleman vegetables with a rusty spoon than subject himself to that. Likewise he was always reluctant to let another make him a cup of the tea he so loved... so few got it right. From using teabags rather than loose-leaf, to using what was now called "English Breakfast Tea" but was once merely the sweepings that were sold to those who couldn't afford proper tea, to pouring the milk first... there were many sins in making a decent cup of tea and Christopher would try to avoid being subjected to any of them.<br/><br/>As the tea began to brew he turned back, leaning and looking over his new assistant. If one hadn't known Miss (or was it Mrs...) Roland proclivities themselves they could likely tell from the quality of the assistants and nurses she hired... they all certainly had<em>talents</em>.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you for that Viola, it was most thoughtful. Do I have any current appointments or are we waiting for processing to finish?"</strong>