Elita was aware of said etiquette too, even if that was as new as some other things, and less... natural, in a way. But she reviewed what she had and realized he was right. She couldn't say she was displeased, either; the crowd had been nearly disrespectful (after normal standards of etiquette and personal space both) earlier, and she didn't like feeling crowded by these... corrupted fume-stains.

Elita tilted her helm, wondering at the pause. But despite being the Prime, he hadn't been one for long... obviously it could take time to find words.

"Maybe it'll just take a bit until the power in here," Elita said as she raised the hand that held her cube, touching a corner against the faux-glass to indicate what was beneath. "To settle, and for you to draw from it..." She trailed off, nearly upset at the thought that here, he was nearly fumbling, drawing on that power, calm, inspiration whenever needed and they hadn't--

"... Ah, thank you," she smiled as she put down her cube and took the offered treat, optics roaming over the table. "Or would you prefer it?" Another smile as she offered the as-of-yet untouched cake. Obviously, she wouldn't be feeding it too him, that was much too crude for the setting, but offering it to him was both proper behaviour and... held some implications.