[He takes the tea, taking a moment to smell it and take in the warmth. He's suspicious, but he doesn't want to make that too obvious.]

That's a wonderful scent. What kind of tea is this?

[Of course, his rage is only tempered for a moment -- and only by a thin mask covering it. He sets the tea down.]

This place is a cage, as gilded as it is. Surely you're not satisfied to just let the resort rip you from your life and tell you what to do, are you? On principle, if nothing else?