( Asra just raises an eyebrow as he curls his palms around his cup. He wishes Faust were snuggled somewhere beneath his clothing to keep his thoughts level and his heart rate down, but for all he's fond of Julian, she's sensibly curled herself up out of potential firework range. )

I thought you were wound up in the first place.

( Said with a slightly querying tone, if only because he'd been under the impression that Julian was already in one of his wobbly moods. That he exacerbated it somewhat ...

Well, yes. Not his first mistake of the day. )

But I'm glad to be able to help.

( His smile warms as a good deal of tension appears to slip from Julian's shoulders. Asra watches him a moment longer before taking an indulgent sip from own cup — and is momentarily reminded that in his opinion? Coffee always smells a lot better than it tastes. Ah, well. )

... Would you like to talk about the six-out-of-ten?