[You know, Monts isn't wrong to think that, because she's walked in on a grown-ass man sitting on the floor of a dusty cottage, making paper dolls. He's also not particularly surprised to see strangers just barge into the place.]

I prefer tea anyway. Did you just arrive here? I'm happy to discuss it so long as you don't mind that I'm multitasking.

[he says, as he... casually keeps folding up some paper. it's fine.]