He follows after her, having offered a sheepish grim and a thanks when she rescues the teapot. He also gestures ahead, to one of the small study surfaces and it's collection of chairs, tucked in next to a disorganized bookcase.

"Wanting to chat, wanting to talk with you about my being secretly married three times or something. I hope you like the oolong?"

It's like oolong, called something different, but his awkward smile is more indication he's not joking despite what he's saying being utterly ridiculous.