"She's conniving." He agreed, because she was. At times he wasn't sure if she was actually the manipulator he liked to imagine her to be, or if he had just gone soft enough to let her. He wasn't even sure if he wanted the answer to that.

"Coffee's good." A pointed sip followed the comment to make the point. They were steering dangerously close into the awkward portion of morning small talk, something he wasn't especially fond of, particularly when it involved anyone who could be counted as Dee's family. He allowed a minute to just quietly sip his drink, watching intently as Jillie worked, before a question formed. Eyebrows pinching he arched his neck to try and get a look at what she was doing.

"What's that you're working on?" He asked, though he already had an odd suspicion.