"Oh, I don't - I don't need coffee for that, it's really no big - hi." He isn't really used to anyone wanting to shake his hand, but he takes hers and gives her what he thinks is a normal handshake. The corner of his mouth quirks up in a smile, genuine but slight; he feels guilty for lying to her, but also really, really isn't sure he knows how to deal with how weird the conversation would be if he told her the truth.

Still, though, the gesture is appreciated. "Thanks for, you know. Offering."