He colors a little at that. Smiling sheepishly and with no small amount of amusement. "Well I'm glad you do then. Perhaps I'll have to start talking to you in Romanian too." Even if it would get translated thanks to Luceti's shifting.

He'll take the offered mug with a smile, inhaling the aroma with a pleased noise as he cups it in his palms. He'll add a good amount of sugar and then some milk before taking a sip.

"No rush dear. Take as long as you need."