He slides out of the booth, taking her cup and giving it a rinse before he brews her a fresh cup, taking a quick whiff of the steam as he carries it back and sets it down in front of her as quietly as he can. "Smells like Christmas," he says quietly as he slides back into his seat.

Quietly, he watches her for a moment, head tilted to the side. "So if I ever want to get myself in real trouble... all I need to do is give you a headache?" he teased with a little smile.