Granted, you hold a hot mug of coffee, the unique scent flirting with your senses, the bitterness countered by the perfect amount of sugar to the very crystal. Unfortunately you never get to taste the coffee, as you spill it all over yourself in your attempt to help me with the beast. And help me you did, but only as a distraction. I make it home...you do not.
I wish to ressurrect you and summon you back to your castle. I will provide the coffee.