Rook isn't made to hurry through the house at all, even when Midnight might notice him examining the various photos, or how he'd lingered over one of Ulysse caught mid-laugh. That in particular is a gem as far as Midnight's concerned, given how rarely his brother laughs so freely, and he's pleased people appreciate it.

"Yeah, but there must be something you're less picky about than others, right?" he shoots back as he prepares a mug.

"Black? Americano? Milk? Sugar?" A brief pause, and then with a cheeky grin, "Whiskey?"