*is a little breathless as he breaks away* Hmm. Something spicy?
*laughs and holds up the mug, the text facing you, when he thinks you're getting that look in your eye again (just one more)* Seriously now, Glorfindel.
*slips outside and adds, even as he's closing the door behind him (so you can't get another word in edgewise)* See you at sixish.