My good Doctor, I do not believe you are capable even now.

[Blase. It's just a simple observation, really. And because it is just that and not a threat, he tilts his head, looking down on her. And then his look turns into a smile once more]

I did, however, come for another reason. A man who lives with you once insisted I ought to try some tea. I've come to see if he was in, or, perhaps, if you could give me some of what was described to me. Sweet tea from the "Southern United States," I believe?