[He accepts the tea with a gracious nod, gently blowing on it before taking a sip. Whatever the blend, it's delicious.]

Thank you. For the tea.

[Another sip as Gladio contemplates the young King's too-bright smile. Is it something he should bring up? Or should he stick to general talk and figuring out why his father is living in a different house than Regis?]

I don't think you'll be the weirdest part Maj - Regis. [He is never going to get used to that.] But I'm getting the feeling that you're not telling me everything. What aren't you saying?

[Gladio's eyes are questioning, not accusing, so he hopes Regis will at the very least not feel or become defensive.]