"I'd rather you didn't if it's all the same. But I don't imagine he much cares otherwise." Pandora's always bruised like a peach, so it's rather remarkable that other than some banged up shins, she's pretty spotless. Even she's not sure how she ended up in those chains without some marks.

Still, she lifts a brow at his look over, cheeks pinkening. Maybe because it has her thinking of that stupid dream. Though she doubts he'd ever actually look that way at her. Not in actual life. Who dreams about that sort of thing with someone they're fussing at on the net, anyway? Talk about crossed wires.

"We could," she says, in a voice that says they shouldn't. "I was going to warm them up, so I suppose a napkin would work." She blinks down at the second mug, momentarily confused.