Re: Sometime, Anytime, Sugar Me Sweet
He'd fidgeted, etiquette training be damned. "The hat," he answered, sheepishly, but with a smirk. He'd muttered more than one hushed 'sorry' while Nomad adjusted to his presence and consciousness, then raised his eyebrows with renewed purpose when Mr. Cassidy asked after the cap. He grinned. "Brilliant," the Brit swore, head bowing in a solemn nod. He corrected his posture finally and stood with his hands behind his back - you know, casually.
"I..." he cleared his throat, "can certainly provide breakfast. I haven't anything prepared, but..." Right! "Yes, it does look nice with the pajamas." Another smirk. "Er, do you have any requests?" He gestured, right hand free from the grasp of his left. "I feel as though traditional English breakfast is off the table," pun intended.