Delighted, 4chan backed away with a little bit of a flourish. It was like he hadn't been up in his face, just moments earlier, cryptic words pushed aside by the sudden cheerfulness. "They go willingly enough." he chimed, flashing him a smile. He went over, picking up his shoes and sliding them on, wiggling his toes in the process.
"It's just coffee." he snuffed, glancing up at the older god, as he started to slide past him on his way out, a bit of a pause in his voice. He smiled, patted the doorframe, and left rather amiably. "Just coffee." he repeated, giving the doorframe one last pat. He waved, carelessly, and sauntered, rather obviously, out the door. "I'll catch you later, Harvard."