*pinks up a bit, realizing how silly the reaction must have looked (because you can't possibly know the whys)* *clears his throat* Right. Caffeine. Ix-nay on the ainlining-may.
*shoves the residual chills to the back of his mind and also turns his attention back to the microwave cart* No, no, of course not. You really think a roach would dare set foot in Ecthelion's House? Don't answer that.
*hunkers back down with a resigned sigh and a curiously fond smile* Her name's Mabel. She thinks I'm playing with her, but I'm just trying to get her out from under the cart. *glances up at you* She escaped on me. I made the mistake of letting her run around the office a bit, and I guess I didn't latch the door properly.