Ingirun tips towards him, a cheeky smile adding to her conspiratorial tone. "I prefer coffee as well. I have made sure to balance his cupboards out with it." Straightening she announces, "I will fetch us some."

With that she turns and heads for the small kitchen with a significant bounce in her step.

Now alone, Viatorus' eyes linger on the kitchen door before sitting, casting a small smile Steve's way. He's still rubbing his knuckles, but he looks less nervous and more... lost. "She's from Sweden," he says eventually. "They, um, they like their coffee there. Quite a lot. I didn't know before."