Gabriel was glad that Adrien had calmed down, though noticed he still sat rather stiffly, as if he were afraid to lean back and relax on the furniture in his own house. Or maybe it was just his imagination? With the intense emotions subsided the usual awkwardness had settled back in between them to take their place, and it might be coloring his perceptions. He gave a polite nod to Adrien's thanks as he turned his attention to his own tea.

"That's not necessary, but if you feel up to it and you'd like to, I'd have no objections," he said, then offered a bit of a wry smile. "Though if it's anything that requires actual cooking, I hope your skills in that area are better than mine. Making tea or coffee is largely the extent of my skills in the kitchen." True, Emilie had once said that he made a decent omelet, but he wasn't certain how much of that assessment had been her being charitable to spare his feelings.