Sephiroth: I cannot stress this fact enough – I am not food. *glances up suddenly at the knock on the door, then gets to his feet, heading over to open the door. He takes the tea tray from the waiter and closes the door again, carrying it back into the room to set down on a table* It smells good. *pours both cups near full with tea, then glances back at Jenna* Would you prefer it straight, or would you like a little bit of milk in it? Obviously you won’t drink it if I add sugar….
