[ There's a second in which Valmont blinks at her expectantly before realizing that yes, she does intend to make him pay for everything himself. The nerve! And after he just got done complaining about - all right, deep breaths, V. Staying on her good side, remember?

He heads up to the counter, trying very hard not to grit his teeth. ]

One ginger tea for the lady, and one Earl Grey - what do you mean, you don't know what that is? Bergamot, all right, do you have anything with - thank you. Better.

[ He brings their orders back to the table a minute later, still grumbling. ]

Never heard of Earl Grey, honestly...!