He looks down into his cup with a little frown for a second before he decides it's fine even if she did, taking a long drink. He sighs contentedly, glad that at least if he's confined to a house with someone that it's someone who's as grossly addicted to coffee as he is. Crossing one leg over the other so that his ankle taps her leg on the way, he leans back into the cushions and just -- is for a moment. He so rarely sits around like this, it feels slothy if not in a bad way. It actually feels pretty nice for the moment. "Love can be expressed in an infinite multitude of ways," he reminds her, his foot bouncing intermittently despite his bid to sit still.