He's taken aback by the smile, but not in an unpleasant way. Just... surprised, because it feels like it's been a very long time since he's had anyone look at him like that. Which makes some sense, he supposes. He's obviously not well, and he's recently gotten out of a miserable relationship (much of which he can't even remember)... Who would want to have all that much to do with him?

Jefferson finds himself returning the smile before turning to prepare a pot of tea for her. Once it's ready, the leaves steeped the appropriate amount of time before being removed from the pot, Jefferson sets the table for her, bit by bit, until she's got her saucer, cup, and spoon, plus a bowl of fancy sugar cubes (in various shapes!) and a little pitcher of milk. Finally, he brings her the pot.

"Here you go." He pauses, lingering a little awkwardly, then adds, "Well. Let me know if you need anything else."