[Faolan watches Laurent stretching a little more attentively than perhaps he should, before catching himself and turning his eyes back to the counter in front of him with a careful breath. Shower. Right.]

Sure. [He moves to curl both of his hands around his coffee mug.] Just want to finish this, then I'll get a move on. Go ahead and get a head start, though. I'll try not to take too long.

[He thinks he might need the few moments to process their plans for the day, and to hold himself back from the desire to trail after the younger man into his bedroom to join him for that matter...]