Not at all, which is why he's more than happy to let it go. Nothing to be done about it now.

Today is about Erwin.

He grumbles a little at the suggestion - something about Goblins having no fucking taste, probably, but otherwise acquiesces. It's not a bad idea, even if he has to desecrate a batch of tea as a small price to pay. It'll be worth it.

"Good," he murmurs, and wiggles upward a little to take another kiss for himself, because there can't ever just be one. A little voice suggests that maybe they could just spend all day here like this, instead, but the idea doesn't quite appeal as much as the rest. Especially since he'll find himself right back here at the end of the day.

But he's also not in a rush, peering at Erwin lazily from a little too close, lips hovering over lips like he might just keep kissing him.

"What d'you want for breakfast?"