"I did not know that," he points out, but that seems to shake off the worst of the confusion a little. "I'm still gonna invite you out drinking anyway, mind you, that ain't gonna stop that."

He's still. A bit caught on the mental image of Soldat just sticking the filter, grinds and all, into his face, so the frown hasn't quite left, but. He's getting there.

"I mean, coffee grinds sure aren't the worst thing that've gone into my body, I know that much."