Not changing the subject. Investigating. Besides, he wanted coffee. He hadn't slept much last night (no surprise). She presses on with an understanding. Something almost urgent, it seemed. Not urgent enough that he was needed right now which was unlikely to make it an event that required his deduction skill.

There's a slow smile that slides over his lips as he brings the filled cup to his lips and takes a sip. It's been there awhile. Not super hot anymore. "Playing matchmaker, Miss Potts?|