Del let his lower lip quiver. "That's because you won't let me take care of you in any other way," he said with a sigh.
He gave the books a final flick stuck the duster through one of his belt loops and went to pour the coffee.
There was a tray so he placed cups, saucers and spoons, creamer, sugar and lo-cal/no-cal sweeteners on it and added the coffee jug once he had poured a little for himself.
Later, for work, he'd take some of the chai and he'd be dancing all night, but for now the familiar buzz of caffeine was what he wanted.
"Shall I take it through?" he asked casually. "Maybe they got something in there in need of a feather duster?"