Liliana Vess Defiant Necromancer

His coffee being much less fussy than the preparation of Liliana's tea, in that all he really needed to do was pour it, it wasn't long before Ignis was settling back in, albeit with a new position, his shoulders resting on the headboard of the bed. There was a small moment, where both his hands curled around the mug and he breathed in deep.

Right now, I will be sated with the aroma of coffee, that I may at least distinguish myself from a sheep and live one more day, or die, with the aroma of coffee all around me.

And after a slow, careful sip, he shifted the mug to one hand so that he could shift again, opening up his side with the perfect amount of space for Liliana to fit into, if she so chose, and let out a soft huff of a sound at her inquiry.

"Oh," he said, "no. You'll need at least a zino for those, 'Iana."

But, contrary to this claim, he sipped his coffee again and continued.

"But," he said, "I'm...worried. Well, obviously, when aren't I worried, and there is certainly quite a lot to be worried about here. I am....however...grateful, that you've told me, and hopeful, that we have a source and a direction, to find out more. I'd...." He filled his hesitation with an another sip. "....like you to be more cautious, though. Until we have more information."

He'd rather like her to continue being cautious well after that, as well, but bargaining was oftentimes just choosing your battles and knowing where to gain what small victories you can.