Cullen smiles at Dorian's arrival and stands from his seat near the tea table. There are two chairs at the table. Offset from that is a cushioned bench before a currently clean and bare fireplace. It's not nearly cold enough for such a thing. The one large window shows the deep purple of fading dusk and reflections from the brazier in the corner and the candles on the mantle. The door to his bedroom opposite the entrance to the antechamber is shut.

"If I haven't, then I'm woefully under dressed for work." He smiles and gestures toward the other chair. He's wearing a comfortable looking navy shirt tucked into dark brown breeches and softer boots than usual that lace at the front rather than the back.

"I've been waiting to put the mint in the pot until you arrived." He turns and tosses a couple of generous pinches of fragrant dried leaves into the teapot and pours boiling water from an enchanted kettle, then covers it to steep. "It shouldn't be long. Please, make yourself comfortable."