Vlad caught the pants automatically, and his smirk slipped a notch. "Well. It's not everyday I get a compliment like that." His tone was just as flippant as it had been, but he took a moment, redressing, to not look at his companion.

Repantsed, Vlad picking up his shirt from the counter and shrugged it on, though he didn't button it quite yet. "I don't know about you, but I'm in the mood for coffee." He arched an eyebrow at Thomas as he moved toward the pot. "Want me to pour you a cup?"