Just two people, imposing on themselves as they're far too polite to impose on each other huh?

Caduceus sipped his tea slowly. Enjoying the aroma the steam carried up to his face as he held it close to his chest. Smiling with his eyes almost closed as for a long moment, he could have forgotten he had company at all! She was just so peaceful to be around, the Cleric felt far too at home. However, he had noticed a few things about her already and was currently noticing that fluster. She seemed uncomfortable. It was unsettling for the Firbolg, normally his voice eased people so then, why wasn't it working this time?

"You sure it's not just that you're ill or something, Miss Lioriley? It's just that, your face is awfully flushed right now." Taking on hand from the cup and gently pressing the back of it to her forehead before setting his cup down altogether and cupping her face with both palms now, as he turned to be closer to her on the seat, brushing her legs with his own as he did so.

As he examined her, he smiled and shook his head. "You've no need to worry about such things, my home is your home, for as long as you should need it. There's a spare bed and more than enough room. I insist."