"Certainly!" Troy had no idea what 'drink' entailed. It could have been water. It could have been fine scotch. He'd drink it either way, but if he'd known that nudity was even being considered as a possibility? He'd have asked for the scotch.
Being the twitchy sort, all he needed was the sound of Jean's voice and he left the living space for the kitchen. He wandered into the doorway and stopped there, cheerful and curious. "Do you need help with anything?" He'd probably just be in the way, but he had hands and enough stored energy to carry plates or chop bits of vegetable.