That half-second of hesitation was Jonothon pulling a sanity check. Would coffee lead to sex?

... Ignoring that Jono probably would have kissed Hannibal for this stuff on a normal day were he able, probably not.

//I'd love some,// he replied, with a somewhat subdued if not awkward nod before he made his way to the table. //Got something for you, by the way. Catch.//

Because Jono's hadn't been the only crystal in the bed, and he figured he probably shouldn't leave it there or anything. Hannibal's was being sent his way in a low underhand toss. It wasn't too early for that, was it?