"Thank you," he responded with all of his usual sincerity, though perhaps much more humility than Manuela was used to seeing from him. "It would be a great tragedy indeed if my time here dulled my ability to make a pot of tea." He had worked hard to make sure that his other skills hadn't atrophied as well, but making tea was perhaps the most useful skill he had in this place... well, besides the ones that he'd learned since his arrival that most likely did not make for appropriate conversation.

After serving the tea, he relaxed visibly in his chair, sighing contentedly. "Even if it is on this island, I have finally brewed a pot of tea for the songstress who sparked my imagination. Today certainly has been eventful." He'd also gotten quite an eyeful, of course, and the mere thought of that made his cheeks redden again. He wasn't going to be forgetting that sight any time soon.