It was Incredibly Awkward, standing in someone else's kitchen, being served tea and plied with food. He had no qualms about doing it as it was his duty, but he'd served her for the years she had spent with the Spades and to have their roles reversed has left him standing in the kitchen, lingering between the counter and a seat, feeling much more dumbfounded than he looked.

"I am fine, m'lady, thank you." Please Don't Make A Fuss over him. He's not sure he can handle it. He'd offer to help if that hadn't resulted in Accidental Hand Contact the last time he Materialised At Her Doorstep.

"I won't take up much of your time." Or he'll try not to, at least.