Her fingers relinquish their hold on the mug - she thinks that one was his. They'll know soon enough if it's not. However, she's not looking at him as he takes his coffee, far too embarrassed by her obviously uncomfortable suggestion. It's all she can do to hide enough of the blush of her cheeks to slink back to her side of the door, muttering, "Nevermind. Forget I asked. I'm an idiot."