He smiles, cheeks still a little red, and he sweeps her a bow. "Lets." Clark takes her hand and walks with her, holding a chair for her at the table, as the door shuts quietly behind them.

Once she is seated, he crosses to his own seat and smiles as he nods to the teapot. "I have Lavender Blue tea, cream, and sugar, and, to go with the tea..." He pulls open a small silver dome, and under it sits a still cool cheesecake, the top decorated with chocolate drizzle. The scent of lemon comes from it as he does.

"And there is more tea, for later, as well." As he speaks, soft music starts. The strains of Die ägyptische Helena slowly fill the air, quiet yet.