Caesar didn't particularly mind how overly polite she was. He'd gotten used to this sort of thing when he was little - most people respected Silverbergs simply because of their name, after all. He didn't care for it because it was so fake most of the time, but he knew that Jillia did it out of habit and not because of who he was. If anything, it was because it was her that he didn't mind it as much as he usually did.
He took his seat opposite of Jillia and watched as she went to pour the tea. He nodded at her question. "Yeah, but not in a while. Bet it couldn't compare to yours, though." Which was kind of his way of saying that she had good taste, even though he wasn't a big fan of all this fancy stuff most of the time.
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Date: 2010-05-14 04:37 am (UTC)He took his seat opposite of Jillia and watched as she went to pour the tea. He nodded at her question. "Yeah, but not in a while. Bet it couldn't compare to yours, though." Which was kind of his way of saying that she had good taste, even though he wasn't a big fan of all this fancy stuff most of the time.