Well wasn't this ridiculous. She supposed it was better that he was infuriatingly calm than violent. Jane would never let her hear the end of it if she managed to sustain injury while breaking into a stranger's home. It'd only be a matter of time before her roommate put her on a leash of some kind. And Daryl couldn't handle that sort of constriction.
"It's an overall impression," she bit back at his comment on her attire, knowing damn well that she had no room to talk about fashion. However, if it was one thing Daryl was terrible at, it was realizing that she was terrible at things. One can only imagine the paradox that created. His response to his taste in women made her roll her eyes, not caring that it made her look like a displeased teenage girl. "You have a fetish," she replied flatly, picking up her lukewarm cappuccino and taking a sip.
As he stood, she followed him with her gaze, pulling the mug away from her lips enough to speak. "No." She hesitated. "Thank you. I don't dilute my coffee. Even though the fact that this is a cappuccino is already a dilution." It was passable. Not too sweet, which she could respect. Daryl hated overly sweet coffee - it always made her feel as if she were choking.