All Gladio sees is a sort-of-friend still willing to get him something to drink even though he'd been snappy and generally nasty when he'd first walked in. Sure, he's not used to interacting with a Naga that isn't trying to kill him, but this half-human half-snake ball of snark and scowls is just Dylas.

There's nothing weird about Dylas except how he jumped from being sort of considerate to suddenly glaring at Gladio.

And Gladio would really love to know what that's about. But it would be rude to answer Dylas' question - and courtesy - with a question of his own.

"Black is easiest, so you can just do that." It's not how Gladio prefers his coffee, the Shield usually adding a little sugar at the very least, but he asked Dylas to do whatever's fastest.

"Seriously, thanks."