Taking that as his cue to begin, he took stock of what she had on hand, some spices, plenty of grounds, whipped cream, some syrups... enough to make a small creation out of on the fly. A quick glance over his shoulder at her had him giving a measuring look. Medium roasted, probably, on account of she seemed like a versatile kind of lady. More bold than bland but more subtle than stark.

The mixing came back to him like riding a bicycle, injecting some cream, some sweetner, and to top it off with a little almond flavoring. She seemed like the sensual type, what with that red hair she had. Finished, he held out the mug to her, not exactly boasting, but not apprehensive either.

"I really hope you like your coffee with creamer, otherwise I'll name this the coffee of shame."