[Michael]

Michael leaned toward the flames, putting his hands out against the heat as he let it prickle and slide against his skin. Fire..didn't want it when the sun was out, prayed to god you could find tinder when it wasn't. Nevermind what things lurked about snickering to themselves that you can't get it lit- but stay occupied long enough for them to catch a snack. He tilted his head this way and that to look around- place was nice. nicer than he thought he'd be able to stay in long, but the man had said they could work something out..maybe doing dishes. He smirked at the glowing light. Dishes..Oh god if his mother could see him now.

His head came back out of it's little Lala land when he smelled the coffee brewing though, the thick musky scent of it floating through the air like it had a mind of it's own. His glancing brought his eyes toward the woman and the patron, eyebrows going up. Aaah..caster class..he always was better with his hands and feet.

..or teeth, if the cause arose. Never really did though. Eyes tipping up, he wondered if their host was...so persuaded.

Shivering he sat up straighter, turning in his seat to give the fire his back. "I don' wanna be rude 'er nuffin', but I don' s'pose that coffee's close t' bein' done?" He gave his best appologetic smile, inclining his head at the woman in an informal bow of sorts.