The cup is accepted, Ellis handling it carefully against the potential for spills or drops. He hasn't dropped a cup in a long time, even in Wysteria's kitchen where minor fires are common, but he doesn't care to test his luck. He claims the edge of his own bed, settling with the cup as he shakes his head over her statement.

"It's not," he reassures her, though there is still some specific question as to her determination to—

There is a difference between forging an understanding as to what came before, and kindling a friendship in spite of it. Ellis finds himself a little bit at a loss as to why she's pursuing the latter.

"Is this about company at this early hour, or do you need something in particular?"