"I hope they haven't been too much trouble. Is Sapphire watching them again?" he asks as he sticks his finger in his cup, wincing for a second before an ice cube bobs up. Taking his finger out of the now cooler drink, he lifts the cup to his mouth and takes a slow, slothful sip. Setting the cup back down, he sighs again, letting his eyes wander while he leans back against Vorim's chest.