"Such is the power of tea," Tomoya replied with a smile. He couldn't remember the last time he was able to speak to a female without his associate reacting with murderous rage. It really was quite the relief, not having to bat her away from anything. "If you need any more, I'll gladly supply you," the butler continued with a small bow, one hand placed on his chest as he did so.

He returned to his tray shortly after, swiftly filling several cups with the tea in his flask, which was promptly replaced in its original resting place. Tomoya then walked around the crowd, offering his hot drink to everyone present. If there was one thing the bespectacled night-walker was proud of, it was his tea. The reasons why were unclear, especially given the massive patience he also adorned, but hey, he had decided that was his best feature.