That she definitely can't do without spilling. Misa takes several gulps from her mug before bending to set it back down on the ground. There's some nervous anticipation in her stomach, and as she sits back up to face Lazarus she can't shake the feeling that he's going to blink at her in that owlish way and demand what she's doing when she actually tries to lie down with him. That is what he's suggesting, isn't it?

"You first."