"More tea, My Lord?"

Sebastian bent over the cart, fingers flexing beneath his wool gloves as he lifted the kettle. Steaming hot jasmine tea brewed inside to perfection. After all the servant all in black clad was nothing sort of just that, perfection.From his skills to his charm he was by definition flawless.Of course, one could argue he had a horrible weakness for cats. Swiftly and with grace, a porcelain cup was filled. He’d offer it out, his lips curved in a polite smile.