Li Lin picked up the teacup, the black tea carried the distinctive light green hue of the first flush Darjeeling, smelled the fresh aroma, slowly took in the tea, and the fragrant taste spread from the tip of the tongue, through the mouth, and into the nasal cavity, reaching the entire body. The warm tea moistened his throat, and Li Lin opened his eyes as the teacup silently returned to the saucer.
"...You've improved."
Without revealing any blatant expressions of response to his master's comments, Nidhogg, dressed as a loyal butler, slightly bowed and swiftly, yet elegantly, refilled the black tea before swiftly changing the roses in the vase on the desk at exactly 9 o'clock in the morning.
