The Shadow

With a nod he deposits his own mug on the table, and goes back to the kitchen. What he brings back is a bag of sugar, and a carton of milk, and he pauses briefly to inspect the expiration date on the latter. Both are set on the coffee table within Metody's reach. He's forgotten to bring a spoon, as well.

"That's part of why you're... mm." He makes a vague gesture to his face. "I'm not good at social things." He is also fairly confident of his own ability to protect himself from spirits by psychic means.