Whatever impasse they hit has been surmounted and he relaxes a fraction. Just... y'know. As much as he can in the circumstances.

To his credit, he makes his coffee like he owns the place, with the sort of confidence that says he's either too arrogant for his own good, or this isn't his first rodeo, being taken against his will. It takes him a moment to find a tablespoon, with little to no shyness in poking around drawers for one while he waits for the kettle to boil, and then the grounds to steep. By that point, it's obvious he's snooping, examining what he hadn't seen on that fateful sandwich excursion with Parker.

"Who's doing the grocery shopping?" He asks aloud, to himself or to her or both of them, right as he tips a little milk into his mug.