Would it be too hasty to refuse a drink? They'd certainly moved far faster to the stockroom more than once before, and his mind wandered there quickly. That being said, however, there was the desire to make it quite clear that he valued more than just the physical intimacy, as far as she was concerned. And truly, he was in no rush. Neither did it seem was she, as he heard her move past to flip the sign as well as the telltale clunk of the bolt moving into place.

It'd be obvious that he'd ponder the answer to this question for a moment or two before answering, "A cup, I believe. It was a lengthy walk, and I've become a touch parched." Not entirely unwelcome nor necessarily unwarranted did the temptation for innuendo arise, as he looked for a seat.

"I had hoped perhaps, should you be willing to entertain me, to sample things far sweeter than tea today, before I return downwards." It was too hard to resist, this time spent with her stripped away years from him, and all too quickly did his mind and tongue betray that youthful desire.