She made a small, defiant noise when he asked her to let him know if she needed help, while glancing over at him. She liked the almost-smirk on his lips, and she wondered what he would look like without the few day's worth of facial hair. Her hesitation while she thought all this through was brief, but noticeable, and she smiled as she went back to the task at hand. One knee on the counter and a stretch, and her fingers reached the coffee, and she tugged it out with a look of smug success.
She looked over at him again. He'd been leaning against the counter throughout the coffee retrieval project, and he didn't look particularly winded right now, even if the dark circles that (she assumed) were ever-present remained. Decision made, she held the coffee out to him to make, still standing on the chair, actually taller than him for once.
"That doesn't help me with my decision," she said, following his gaze to her legs with a warm, very feminine smile. "Do I address the elephant in the room, or try to convince you to let me tame those curls?"