Roland shakes his head, the smile on his face ever-present. Inigo would never hold up anything, and if he had been in the mood for it, Roland would have gladly closed up his "shop" to spend the rest of the day with Inigo. But for now, he lets him go and takes the emptied cup, hoping he hadn't injected Inigo with too much caffeine all in one go.

He stands when Inigo does, hand on his hip. "Yes sir. I'll be there."

Inigo's constant checking up on Roland has paid in dividends when he says what he does with such natural casualness, finally born only out of habit more than gentle prodding. He nods to him before taking his place back behind the counter.

"Thanks, pup. Go on, now."