“There’s something to be said about a lack of scars.” He said as he placed his tea down. Meredy did indeed seem like a lot. “Well, if you excuse me, Ma’am.” 
The butler rose to his feet. Placing the empty tea cup on the table. “I would hate to keep the young Mistress waiting.” 

He gestured at the drinks. “Would you like me to return the empties to the kitchen on my way?”