"Cinnamon sounds pleasant," he agrees solemnly, and when he feels the unmistakable shiver of a protection spell flow over him he kisses her forehead lightly. It's not unusual in the least for Wanda to respond defensively to a perceived threat, but...why is she protecting him first?

He frowns and stands up, clasping her hand to show he's not abandoning her but rather getting ready to prepare a hot drink. Cinnamon spice tea, he thinks.

"I know you won't, Wanda. But is there a reason you think it might harm me, and not be a threat to you?"