"Ah, you Americans, you miss out on the finer things in life. Come visit me and I'll treat you to a proper tea."
"With little sandwiches too?"
"Of course, and biscuits."
I can't imagine him dining over a dainty tea service. "What else do you have in your dressing room?"
"Wait a sec. I'm not divulging any more secrets of my inner sanctum. How will I lure you up here? If you want to know, you'll have to visit."
"You sound desperate," I tease.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures. Hey, I'm at five minutes to places. I'll ring you later."
"I'll be here."