He sets about brewing some more tea before pouring some into a delicate China teacup. He hands it to her.

"There you go."

He shook his head slowly, continuing to blush.

"No, I dont mind. I like it."

And Sigurvin is infatuated back.

"I ... uh ... well, I suppose I learn something new every day."

He glances at his tea cup.

"Would you like some tea?"

Sigurvin was about to swallow his tea, but instead, he choked on it instead.

"I'm a combination of a fluffy golden cake creamy filling?"

He's very confused.

He grins, his smile wide as he lopes over to him.

"Am I? Beloved?" He cocked his head to the side, his grin now lopsided.