"Shion...." Setsuna's eyes widen a little. "That sounds scary." And horrifying. Setsuna's hands grip the edge of the counter in the kitchen as the coffee maker beeps it's done.

He stands up a little straight, jolting at the sound.

"You know that wasn't you, right? Not really. You would never do that sort of thing," Setsuna says as he pulls out cups. "You like anything in your coffee? I just want a little milk."