[Picking up her own glass, Perona sits on the arm of the couch, kicking her legs lazily. Mm, she really did do a good job with this batch, hoho. Though it is a shame she can't cook much at all, otherwise she'd have some snacks to offer up. Sanji treats her so well, it's the least she could do to repay him with a few bites herself. Ah, well.]

You're not imposing. I have all the time in the world...and I don't get many visitors. [Another sip, mostly to hide the tiniest of frowns that appears on her face.] I don't mind taking care of you while you're here, Mr. Cook. You'll just sleep, so you're not bothering me.

[Speaking of, should she get a pillow and a blanket for him? She could hang up his coat, too.]