He glances back. "Oh. No need. I'm one of the on-call wardens for this place." So he agreed to come down here with him and didn't even think he worked the infirmary? Steven, we gotta talk about your trust issues. As in, too trusting.

He grabs what he's looking for two cabinets later, it's a mortar and pestle. The two bottles are back onto a table. He takes a few pills from both and starts crushing them. He only glances over at Steven when he makes his request. Don't worry, no eye contact, but he still sees the bunny eyes in his peripheral. "I don't really do tea." He can. He's trained to put up with the stuffiest of nobles and their tea time and their gossip. But here, he can decline. Imagine, free will.

"But if you need someone to sit with you, that's different." He can tolerate that and he sort of feels like he has to because eventually he needs to talk to Marc without blatantly telling Steve 'hey, fuck off for a bit, need to talk to that other guy'.