"It's not panic. People panicking don't come for a cup of tea," he pointed out, giving her a slight smile. It lit up his eyes and wasn't the cold, hard smile so many got from the assassin.

Shifting to lift the tea pot, pouring them both a cup. "Sugar? In case it's shock," he added, knowing he was likely to get a cuppa thrown at him for teasing her like that and taking the chance.

"So you've secured the city, in the way you can. What else is there?" He might not have a reason to see or believe what she did, but he believed she did.