[he wraps his hand around the cup, letting the heat seep into his fingers. He doesn't seem to mind the cold, really, or notice much at all. He's a bit distant, and he doesn't really even take note when his bracelet slips into view.

Another drag of his cigarette, and he flicks the ash out of the open window]

It's quite beautiful, actually. I can see why you may have "found" this room here, despite it not being your own room.

[he tags another drag from his cigarette before he speaks, and even then, his voice is a bit quiet]

I am well enough. And yourself, Miles? I'm afraid I still need to apologize for the state I was in the other night.

[he takes a sip of his tea, glancing over at him]