He didn't. Two minutes later he appeared at the end of the hallway with two mugs, saw her still in the doorframe, sighed, and walked out of it again into the living room. He'd shed the coat and the shirt and he was just wearing an undershirt and the slacks he'd had on earlier. He had considered leaving the shirt on but decided he'd be damned if he was going to change his habits for a mafia brat. Then he made tea.