He does have to leave to head to the back room to put on tea, but he comes back a short time later with two mugs. He hands Fever a slightly larger mug, with a chip off the rim of it, full of delicious tea.

"Whenever you're ready." Artemy says, leaning against his desk, half sitting on it, half standing as he sips on his own piping hot tea. There really isn't any rush, though he has a feeling she's been waiting to tell him whatever's been weighing on her mind.