[Michael]

"Well-" Michael began, finishing up his cup of coffee before setting the smooth mug on the tray the innkeeper had brought. "I think I'm goin' t' 'ead up an find myself one 'a those cozy rooms. No sense turnin' down such a good offer. Y'go on an get the lady 'er soup." He grinned, allowing himself a small wink before kicking himself internally. Stupid, that probably looked utterly ridiculous. He did knuckle a couple of the raisin biscotti into his hand, biting down on one with a small appreciative salute as he dropped a couple gold coins onto the tray. Man could slip it back into his pockets if he wanted at some point, but he could at least leave them there and dash away.

Why coffee always made him sleepier before it made him hyper, he had no idea..but he wasn't going to fight it. All the way up the stairs he could smell fires burning individual rooms, clean linens, the scent of well cared for wood..he wouldn't mind staying a while. If he could get away with it of course. Home...was out of the question as of yet. Maybe..eventually..