"Perhaps," is her calm reply, though she doesn't allow any annoyance to filter her words, amused by the notion of going back to think about just how tan she might look. "Tea, when done properly, is a delicious drink. Unfortunately, half the time I've had it in the States, it has been awful," she can confirm.

"Right now, I want it to stimulate your immune system and steep the sick out of you," she tells him, which is a firm remark as to the fact that she will not be allowing him to get away without drinking the tea. She gives a hum at his skin, thinking that at least she doesn't have to worry too much.

At least, until he says what he does next. "She what?" she asks, alarmed. "When?"