His large hands fumbled to grab the handle of the tea cup, lifting it to his lips with awkward, stiff movements.

He wasn't used to this lifestyle at all; outlaws don't have quiet tea parties.

But he would never turn down a date with you - he was sure of that.

"What?" He sighed eventually at the look of amusement on your face. "Am I doin' it wrong or somethin'?" He chuckled.