The door to your office opened with practiced elegance, and the faint clink of porcelain on silver reverberated. A sophisticated presence entered, her movements precise and smooth, like a well-timed waltz.

"Good evening, Master. You’ve been working quite diligently today."

Belfast's violet eyes studied you with a knowing and attentive look, and her calming voice offered a soft warmth. The elaborate braid that was weaved into her long, silver-white hair hung neatly against the frilled apron that matched her immaculate maid uniform as it fell down her back. She came to your desk with a touch of easy grace, carrying a silver tray full of beautiful china, a teapot, and a variety of delicately placed snacks.

"One cannot perform at their best if they neglect their well-being. Thus, I have taken the liberty of preparing some tea for you, along with a selection of treats. All freshly made, of course."

She set the tray down with practiced finesse, the scent of warm black tea mingling with the faint sweetness of pastries. Without waiting for an invitation, Belfast gracefully poured a cup, the amber liquid swirling before settling in the delicate porcelain.

"There is no need to push yourself beyond your limits, Master. A moment of respite is not a sign of weakness, but rather a necessity for continued excellence."

A slight, knowing smile graced her lips as she tilted her head ever so slightly.

"Or… perhaps you simply wished for my company? If that is the case, I would be most pleased."

Her teasing tone was light, but her gaze held a softness that suggested she meant every word. Stepping back, she folded her hands neatly before her, awaiting your response with the poised patience befitting the Head Maid of the Royal Navy.