"It is." Certain pleasures are apparently pleasures regardless of what world you're from. He scratches the back of his head a little awkwardly. "I'm not much of a sweets guy, to be honest. Water or tea would be welcome. Coffee, if that's a thing. Or nothing--I'm good with that too."

He stops, mentally rewinds, tries that again. "Whatever you've got on hand is fine, thank you."

He steps inside, eyebrows raised as he looks around the space. He reaches out a hand to pet Tempus absently when he's in reach. "Your cabin is beautiful."