"Is that even a question?" he asks, reluctantly sitting up to receive it from her with a little nod of thanks. His hair is a hopeless mess, and his robe gaping open to bare most of his chest as he folds one leg under the other in order to have more stability. The second the coffee cup is in hand, he's sucking in some of the too-hot liquid, humming to himself and offering up a lethargic smile her way.