"What?" That was an odd thing to ask. "Do...I need to damage his property," he asks, one eyebrow quirks higher than the other. Murphy takes a moment to look her over, eyes ticking down her body to see if he notices any bruising. Some sign of her being treated poorly. Murphy wouldn't damage his property but he'd be stupid enough to confront her dominant personally.

"Hmn?" Pandora asked him a question and he only partially hears her. "I have mugs, yeah." Murphy uses his elbows to push himself away from the counter and walks to the other side of the kitchen. From another cabinet, he procures two mugs and puts them down onto the counter top. "Why do we need saucers? We can just use napkins to put the cookies on."