[He cracks open his left eye, just enough to gauge the distance of depth between her, the cup, and himself. Slowly, shaking like a jack hammer, Ness extends a hand to retrieve the teacup from Iroha.]

Th-Th-Thank you.

[He gradually begins to calm down, looking more serious in demeanor and attitude. He inspects the cup with great care, smelling it and watching the way it ripples when he cause the liquid to stir and shake.]