[Sophisticated as all hell. That's what it tastes like. Sophistication. He pours a cup for her an brings it to her. Of course you were getting a gift.

Silly Ib.]

And there you go! I put in some milk for you, let me know if you want any sugar or anything else.

[He heads off to the direction of another room. While also popping in a lemon candy. He can't smoke with Ib here, no sir.]

I'll be right back, I'll go get your gift!