His hands do shake, just a little, muscles vibrating with fatigue. He prefers his coffee with milk, but Connor's grateful for coffee of any kind and he's drunk it black at the edges of battlefields and in other dark spots. Times like those, and like now, it tastes better than anyone could ever imagine coffee tasting. He burns his mouth on the first gulp, and doesn't care. "Of course. Thanks. I'll have to ask... about your suppliers, when I get my own set up."