"That is gracious of you," she murmurs. Indeed, the Aes Sedai's estimation of him rises with this further evidence of his politeness.

"Permit me just to touch it with warmth first, however --"

As she speaks, a faint corona of light appears around her, and a thread of fire-gold touches the teapot, causing gentle steam to rise from its spout. Moiraine glances up at him to ensure he takes no alarm from the sight as others have in the past, and as her gaze rests on him her eyes first widen, then narrow in intent scrutiny.