[Billy mumbles something vague and unintelligible in response, initially, reluctant to move. It takes a few moments for the words to sink in and for him to finally push back from the couch cushion and prop himself up on his elbows, glancing over at Teddy - and his cup. Eugh, he'd kind of forgot.]

Man... first you bring me coffee and then you try to put me to sleep? Make up your mind...

[He can't entirely be a brat, though, sliding his foot over the surface of Teddy's neck and shoulder, toes grazing gently as if stroking the skin.]

...Thank you, though. This feels amazing.