Memphis shrugged. He could remember to put Demon in his room when he was going out of the apartment. "I'll bring you some dog biscuits. He hides them in my room."
He could probably make her a list from memory, but he would let her sort through the cabinets if she wanted. Coffee was the one thing Memphis wouldn't drink unless he needed the kick to wake up. He shook his head. "No, thank you, Jane. Let me give you a hand with the dishes." He started as he stood up, carrying his glass with him.