[ A blink. Is she really offering a Servant something warm to drink...? How strange, albeit considerate. ]

Ah... no, I'll be fine. But...

[ He makes a move towards the kitchen space first, though not without looking at her first. ]

I apologize, Master, for taking it upon myself to boil water over the stove. [ Husband Rank: A ] I realize that you require a fighter, not a mere caretaker.