“Why not?” she teased.
“I don’t know you well enough to give an opinion.”
“You know me as well as you ever will.”
“Very likely.”
“Well, a snap judgment, for what it’s worth.... What are you doing there?”
“Making more coffee.”
Io stamped her foot. “You’re the most enraging man I ever met.”
“It’s quite unintentional,” he replied patiently, but with no hint of compunction. “You may drink yours and I’ll drink mine.”
“You’re only making it worse!”
“Very well; then I’ll drink yours if you like.”