A hand with a distinct lack of nervous coordination pushes the rough fall of hair from his face in a brusque compensatory sweep of a reestablishing equilibrium, then drops back down to accept the mug. The heat from the surface and its contents is frighteningly double-edged, simultaneously resharpening his senses appreciably while doing little to mitigate the crawling periorbital discomfort of an overheated apartment. He thanks Asadi with a jerking dip of his chin.

"I suspect I'll have no difficulties recovering." His expression darkens meaningfully, eyes flicking back to Asadi and away again, one muscle twitching subtly in his cheek. "At least this time."