Pulling his self together a little bit before he made his way out of his spear room that he slept in last night to the kitchen.. the smell of coffee guiding him to the kitchen. He smelt other food as well and didn't really expect it to be for him. He plopped down in a char at the table..." Would you mind getting me a cup of coffee, 2 spoons of sugar." He did not ask her in a hateful way or even want to ask her, but felt like crap. He wasn't ready for the day to start, even though it was half over. Granted he didn't fall asleep till almost 3 am and with lots of help at that.<br/><br/>He waited till he got the cup and took a few sips before asking. "Did I... Um, bother you last night?" He asks a bit unsure of his self as to how he got in her room.