"It's- complicated?" That's the best way to go about it but- the familiar motions of setting the kettle to boil, putting loose leaf tea in the pot, adding one and a quarter lumps of sugar (such that they have) to the cup. Cream he doesn't have in the forge and he can't quite-

It strikes him, then, that he can't quite remember how Jarvis took his tea. It's such a tiny, niggling little detail but it rocks him through for the three seconds it takes for him to shake it off. Doesn't matter.

"I mean- you work for my father." Let that sink in a little as he brings the cup and pot around, Kettle already steaming on the edge of the forge.