Remina hummed distractedly in affirmation, emptying the pot and filling it with fresh water to heat over the fire. While she waited she got the plate from the table with an almost-stale piece of bread and set butter beside it along with a knife that she almost didn't include. It wasn't too sharp, there wasn't that much risk of him using it as a weapon. His thoughts didn't seem violent anyway, only...some form of embarrassment. Over what she couldn't quite pinpoint, not really seeing a connection with the blanket and clothes until she turned around to face him again and there he was looking all disheveled.
His eagerness surprised her, but then she hadn't really told him how serious she was, that she intended on returning him to his home and to his mother so that he couldn't cause her any trouble. If he was really from as far away as he'd said the guards wouldn't care or remember his little incident by the time he managed to return. It was no grand crime, they'd just think he was crazy.
"Here," she offered softly, holding out the small plate to him expectantly, eyes dilated wide with alertness. "We may go whenever you're ready, there's no rush." Tilting her head slightly to eye the bread her lips curled into a half-smile as she lifted her eyes to stare at him again instead. "I'm not really hungry, but I'll have tea with you when it's ready."
After a too-long stretch of silence and staring Remina snapped her head to the side to eye the steaming pot. No whistling yet. She had a few minutes at least so the demon took a seat next to the nobleman, not really sure how or when she should give him any more honesty about her intentions. There was no way he was going back to the city. At least not her city.
"You don't have to be polite. You don't really like it here, do you? Out in the middle of nowhere, old house, bad tea... You didn't sleep well either, did you?" she wondered aloud, careful to phrase her words in a way that would be difficult for him to navigate without inadvertently insulting her. Unless he was careful. She couldn't quite admit to herself that she liked seeing him stumble over his words a little.