"I like to think it's my space," Leliana begins, just slightly wry, "but I understand your sentiment."

She picks up the teapot and holds it up, leaning toward the ornate teacup on Gwenaëlle's side of the table.

"Do you prefer tea or coffee?"

Would that this were some secret part of the Game, rather than a nicety. For some it might be, assessing the need for sharpness or calmness, but in her experience it takes rather more time and observation, and more importantly she suspects that Morrigan would not approve. That wouldn't stop Leliana analysing every motion Gwenaëlle makes but she might feel a little bad about it. The Game is easier than niceties.