To further infuriate the bastard, I picked up my cup of tea, which was now empty. The maid, seemingly being able to catch on, quickly filled it up. I kept my eyes on the butler, observing his reaction. The man was now trying hard to control his jaw, which was slagging further downward with each second, especially when he found no fault with the graceful action of the maid. And to top it up, I even calmly sipped the tea and took a small bite over a biscuit.