"Tea?" The offer reminds him of Elizabeth and Jonathan smiles despite everything else. Of course there's a concern about how on Earth he would be able to fool Mary that he'd actually be able to drink any of it, but the smell is an offer of comfort he appreciates.
"I must admit it's been some time since I've had tea, and it is getting late." Late enough for it to be considered early, and the golden light on the horizon sparks concern in his chest of what might happen if he's caught in it and who might see. "But perhaps another time? I believe you have a point about needing some sleep after a rude awakening for the both of us. Shall I escort you to your room, Lady Crawley?"
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"I must admit it's been some time since I've had tea, and it is getting late." Late enough for it to be considered early, and the golden light on the horizon sparks concern in his chest of what might happen if he's caught in it and who might see. "But perhaps another time? I believe you have a point about needing some sleep after a rude awakening for the both of us. Shall I escort you to your room, Lady Crawley?"