"Not as busy as Jim," Andrew insisted when Evan stopped kissing him. "You can get distracted from other things, but if you get distracted from giving Jim a bath he'll run and we might never see him again." Or, more likely, Jim would use his claws to his advantage. Other things did definitely sound more agreeable, though, especially as Andrew had interpreted the words to mean more interesting alternatives than uni work. "If you want to take the risk, we can do whatever you like." Andrew was even feeling awake enough to probably follow through on that promise, unless Evan decided he wanted to play chess, or do crossword puzzles, in which case Andrew suspected he'd fall asleep.
The kitchen was where the tea lived, so Andrew nodded, but it was also where Evan had been hexed in the first place. "It's not the only place tea lives." If Evan really hadn't wanted to face the kitchen, Andrew hoped he knew he would have been welcome to make tea at Pancake House. Especially if it involved getting into Andrew's bed after. Squeezing the fingers that Evan laced through his, Andrew continued a line of kisses up Evan's jaw, humming as if he was considering the suggestion. "I think I can manage that," he announced at last. "I don't have work tomorrow." He knew Evan did have to get up, but his lecture wasn't tell ten, which Andrew hardly even considered 'early'. He moved his free hand to rest under Evan's t-shirt, fingers splayed against his spine. "Bed?" he suggested. "Or shall we make out in the kitchen?"