[Hanzo plays the part of the perfect host like he knows exactly what he’s meant to do. And after the favor Tarrlok has given him, he feels it’s the least he can do.]

I apologize for not having anything more to offer.

[He sets the two cups of tea onto the table once he’s finished and takes a seat.] I would offer sugar but I do not trust it to not make me enamoured with the first person i see or something equally as ridiculous. Why is everything on this planet an aphrodisiac?