"You sure? I'm pretty damn good at damaging property. " That's what Murphy did best, destroy things. His eyes flit away from her when sees her cheeks warm to a pink. It reminds him of how flushed her face looked after --

"Oh, if you want to warm them up, then here --" He opens the cabinet door again and pulls out a plate. It's smaller than a dinner plate so Murphy assumes this is what she means when she asked for a saucer. "Warm them on these. Microwave safe." He holds the plate out to her.

"What?" Murphy turns to look at the mugs. "You don't like them?"