Bitter like tequila, the strong smell of coffee wafted through the kitchen. He supposed that someone must have set it on low through the night so that it'd be ready to drink. Luxuria silently thanked whoever pre-made it; being an Incubus, he couldn't eat human food, because he feeds off of sexual energy and food tastes horrible, he could, however, drink things like water, alcohol, et cetera. Knowing that she'd definitely need it to get through her work day, he filled up Superbia's mug with the brown liquid along with his own in an effort to get on her good side. Mature as she was, and she's very "grown-up," her malicious side was something that he didn't want to be on (much like how his side of the room is a disaster zone.) Grabbing both mugs,
