A peculiar bit of scripture. "The breadth of your studies never ceases to interest me," China says idly. Philosophy, honor, subtle killing, but not tea. "But you're broadly correct, yes. For everything there is a season, and so on."

She stands, then, carefully given that they've been on the edge of the roof. There isn't a roof access door, per se, but there's a skylight which currently stands open, and the reason she thought that adding better wardings to the roof might be a useful idea. This she gestures to now, in invitation. "I'm Irish," she says, with a little laugh. "If there is one thing the vast majority of my countrymen can agree on, it's tea." The national stereotype has some truth to it. "Come, monsieur Dorian."