He certainly didn't need coffee now. No, Arthur was more awake than he had ever been. And a little... shocked. And embarrassed. And, honestly, Arthur didn't surprise or embarrass easily. Luckily for him, he wasn't blushing. He was, after all, an adult. And she was, after all, not. Not, he reminded himself. Not an adult.
"I was tired, needed coffee," he mumbled and then turned back to his room. "Not used to living with someone." He walked back inside, adding a quick, "people haven't eaten boiled eggs for breakfast since 1935" before he shut the door.