Another subject left behind. Caspar is a little disappointed in himself; he used to be able to talk about anything without letting his emotions get in the way. He's content to lay his feelings bare for Adia -- she deserves that much -- but to be so conflicted while speaking with a stranger?

It's as bad as the guilt.

"Yes, still required," he answers. "We can't entirely escape the confines of our biology." He gives Faris a brief smirk before stepping up to the counter to order a plain coffee, dark roast. He pulls his wallet out of his inside jacket pocket. "And whatever he's having," he adds, nodding his head towards the K'da. Perhaps this is what he meant about the drinks being on him.