Quatre's smiles, sincere. An extra pair of skilled hands in care of a trustworthy heart is never unwanted.

He moves to rummage for the mugs, which make slight clink noises as they move against each other.

He's quiet as he pours the tea and sets the teapot down; he pauses to fix his left cufflink before moving the mugs to the table, setting Trowa's in front of him lightly.