A cup and a half of coffee in hand, Vlad snagged a bottle of whiskey on the way to the table. "She does seem the type." His tone was amused but fond. "But maybe I'll luck out, and she'll be too busy scolding you to notice that I'm awake as well." He set the half-empty mug in front of Thomas as he settled, and spiked his own coffee liberally. "Want some? It's the only way to drink it."