Good. Tea. That gives Warsman something to do with his hands- it's a small something, but having something physical to do usually helps his nerves- while Sasuke settles in. "Make yourself at home," he says over his shoulder quickly before heading through to the kitchen area.

Sasuke's just out of his periphery as he rattles cups and spoons and tea about, but he does at least catch him over the domestic hum of the boiling kettle. "You think?" he asks- but that almost makes it sound as though he's seeking approval. A little self-consciously, he adds, "It's a place to stay. That's good enough for me. Make yourself at home, by the way."

'Make yourself at home': it's a trite little expression, but hopefully that won't bother his guest. He re-enters with two cups, putting one on the small, slightly chipped coffee table in front of the sofa.