[ Well, the nervousness certainly makes sense, if he has noticed how he has looked at her and does not know him otherwise. He smiles to her, encouraging, and tries to keep the sharp predatory attention from his eyes. ]

As it happens, I was just about to make a pot of hot cocoa. I'd quite like it if you joined me before you go.

[ He spreads a hand to the seat across from his, and the little table with its tray of cups. ]

Or would you prefer tea? I keep both on hand, you know, now that the house has grown.