[Hm. It feels, somehow, like another dangling piece of a connection that he merely needs to find the other end of, but for now, he fusses with getting the tea ready. It's more trouble than it needs to be, especially with how efficient she'll remember Iris being, but eventually... with some clinking and seeking and making sure certain cups are clean enough, the scent of tea seeping begins to overtake the tobacco scent of the room.]

I assure you that my age has no relation to my ability to help you find where you need to go. However, that does rely upon some amount of trust on your part.