Ellie gives a soft sound under her breath as he drags the chair close, managing to balance without spilling her cup, but she shoots him a disgruntled look over her shoulder all the same, and tucks both feet up on the edge of the chair. She's small enough to do it.

"Do you just have like- this pathological need to piss people off?"

She tips her head back, closer to him -- her hair's down and clean for once, tied just halfway back with a silk ribbon, which is hanging on for dear life by now.

Ellie appreciates him for it, and is exasperated by it at the same time.