All at once the worry vanishes. He gives Lucius a strange, incredulous look as he processes the concept, but it's... welcome actually.

In a single breath Izzy relaxes and raises the cup to his lips.

It's good, this tea. Clean. The water tastes clear, the notes of flavour deep, precise, and slightly theatrical.

Then, almost as an afterthought,

"That's a fuckin' relief, I thought he'd sent you here to poison me."