He looks a little startled when she suddenly gulps down her coffee--though he's now justified in having believed that she might panic a little. Once he's sure she's not going to choke to death, though, he merely gives a dry look at his own mug of coffee and continues to sip from it gingerly.

"If there are any, it's from downing a cup of coffee in three gulps. You should be just fine otherwise." He reaches down to brush some of her hair off of her shoulder, the bruises there healing up even after he's moved his fingers away. Any excuse to touch her a little more is all right with him.

At least there isn't blood all over the bed. Then she'd really freak.