Something hot...

[He smirked as he stood to join Squalo. Fingers lingered on the smooth leather of his jacket's sleeves, admiring the sleek texture and the firmness of the muscles it hid.]

Then again, I don't think the menu has anything hot enough to rival present company.

[Teasing? Definitely.]

One of those sweet coffees will have to do for now until we can get ourselves warmed up.