Pepper hums in amusement, the small sound turning into a chuckling laugh at his evident horror as well as the statement. "Excuse you. How do you know I can't do that?" Her gaze is laden with mirth at that, stubbornly compartmentalizing the implication of their sleeping arrangements away -- she'd rather not think about that right now.

She shakes her head slightly, tempted to tell him she wasn't here to serve him, either, but that little act is (again, damn it) endearing enough to get her to turn around slowly to locate the mugs from the cabinet.