Wrinkling his nose in an exaggerated fashion, Lysander shook his head. "I doubt anybody could ever get used to it," he admitted. Although it was by far the nicest smell, it was familiar to him and he found a rather odd level of comfort, despite the unpleasantness of it. "Still, it's good for keeping your senses on edge. That, plus the extortionate amount of coffee I plan to inhale should keep me awake."
Despite the shove, Lysander was able to keep the hand holding his coffee still. A photographer's steady reflex, perhaps. It did make him laugh a little though, one shoulder shrugging as he considered what had been said. "Cranky is sort of your default setting and so I'm used to that," he replied. "Though miserable? I'd never prefer you miserable." To prove a point, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Emily's cheek before relaxing back against the sofa and taking a sip from his cup. "You'll do fine," he went on to say, bringing his free hand up to adjust his glasses as they slipped down his nose a little. "Just substitute the urge to say 'fuck you' with 'that's nice' and everyone will think you're a sweetheart."