Wordlessly, Kisara admires him for some breaths longer, very well aware of how nice he is to look at and take in. They aren't really things she'd say to him so transparently, and he likely already knows that he's quite the sight to behold. It could possibly be very silly to tell him something he's aware of. Instead, she focuses on the sound of the tea being poured and once he carefully scoots her cup back over to her in his eloquent way, she doesn't waste much time in lifting it. She uses it to stall for time and thought, blowing on its surface that she might be able to better use it to hide herself behind.

"That's... probably true," she begins, lifting her eyebrows in contemplation. "We're both already well known. We probably won't be able to hide it for long, given how much we're in the public eye. Should enjoy the moments that we don't have to discuss it openly." Not that she's... going to be particularly good at discussing it, anyway. It occurs to her that if someone were to ask her what her feelings were for the former lord, she wouldn't know how to answer it properly.

Love.
Appreciation.
Understanding.

Some of those might be too weighted for her to admit to. Clearing her throat, Kisara shakes her head. "No, no. I—" Jeez. "No. It's fine. Nothing I can't handle. I can definitely confirm for you that there wasn't really anything poetic about what you had to say. I think I appreciate it more like that. Poetry isn't everything. Sometimes..."

Kisara pauses for some moments, taking the time to sip from her teacup just to test the temperature. "...Sometimes you just have to be forward. Sometimes that's the only way to approach a situation."