[ While he doesn't need to, Trahearne cups his hands around the mug of his coffee anyway, letting the warmth seep into his skin. It's a nice sensation, one slightly reminiscent of the summer sun. But the rest of him isn't cold (it rarely ever is), so it serves no further purpose. ]

Coffee cut with milk. [ He brings it to his lips, but doesn't drink yet. ] It softens the bitter flavours of the coffee, and perhaps makes it a bit easier to drink for those perhaps not used to it.

[ And he flashes another smile before taking a sip. ]