Erwin leans in when Levi comes close, letting his hand drift up and rest on Levi's hip.

"No, thank you." He gestures to the end table, where a cup is still gently steaming. "The water should still be hot enough for one of your milder blends, if you hurry."

Burnt Rice opens one eye and stretches, patting her front paws on Levi's leg before curling into a ball with a sleepy prrroaw.