[ Delicately lifting the lid of the teapot to ascertain whether the tea is brewed to the correct strength, there's a smile playing on his mouth as he stands, holding the pot and supporting the spout on the edge of his index finger. ]
Allow me to serve you, mademoiselle. [ -he's saying it as though simply being requested to go ahead would be the greatest pleasure he could hope for, a smooth glance from her eyes to the cup in her hands. ]
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Allow me to serve you, mademoiselle. [ -he's saying it as though simply being requested to go ahead would be the greatest pleasure he could hope for, a smooth glance from her eyes to the cup in her hands. ]