"This isn't my coffee." His skills of observation are unparalleled, honestly. Not that he minds the cocoa at all, hell he even takes another sip before rolling upright to blink at the victim of his beverage theft.

Silent (though he'd been pretty deep in his own head, even D hadn't registered her so woah), skilled, sweet tooth- cute. Oh fuck. He pastes on his most winning grin, a little tight and crooked on the left due to the scarring on his cheek, and offers her back her mug. "Uh- sorry about that. Didn't know I had company."