So he has at last stumbled upon something that has the power to delight him. Since he has refused payment at every turn and seems more embarrassed with thanks than pleased, Cullen keeps quiet on his pleasure in the discovery and his plans to do something with it. This is enough for now.

"That sounds delicious. I wonder if anyone here knows how to make it?" He'll have to look into that. It's hard to picture the man before him as a small child eating honey from a vial. It's not so different from him and his siblings when their father would cut off slices of comb and set them into their waiting hands like treasure, no matter how his mother fussed later about the stickiness.

"Use as much as you like." He reaches for a cookie for himself to give him time to doctor his tea first. "I find it enhances the mint nicely."