He curls his fingers around Hythlodaeus' hand and grumbles further into his coffee.

"I wasn't aware I had one..."

Draining the last of his drink, he thrusts his now-empty mug at his friend. "Would you wash that for me whilst I change?" he asks. If there's any colour in his cheeks, it's definitely because of the coffee and not something else. "I won't take long."