It's lukewarm. [ he replies flatly. it's kind of hot, but obviously not hot enough for him. he's being purposefully offended.
but he goes on, stirring the cream into it and leaning forward on his elbow. he still manages to look a bit fussed as a stream of blood trickles onto his middle finger and he traces a rune onto the able. with the mutter of a spell it glows green briefly before he finishes the silencing spell. ]
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but he goes on, stirring the cream into it and leaning forward on his elbow. he still manages to look a bit fussed as a stream of blood trickles onto his middle finger and he traces a rune onto the able. with the mutter of a spell it glows green briefly before he finishes the silencing spell. ]
You're awful at coffee.