"All she had to worry about was the tray," came his grumbled response, hating being compared to a "tiny little woman" as he called her. He was not particularly muscular, but it still hurt his pride a bit to be talked about that way, especially when he didn't think he was making such a big deal of it.
Gritting his teeth, he stubbornly pulled away from him and hastily moved the full drink to one hand as he snatched up the mug with what little remained of his own. That was the easy part, though. As he turned to face the bed again he was fidgeting as he struggled with the thought of exactly how he was going to get up there with full hands and a shirt that seemed to just love to ride along the slight curves of his thighs.
Shaking his slightly damp hair out of his eyes, the shifter cautiously lifted one leg and set his knee upon what sliver of bed he could. Wary of the shirt riding up dangerously high, he quickly set his other knee next to the first and balanced there on the edge of the bed for a moment to let the shirt fall again and gather his wits as he stared triumphantly at him, thinking he probably didn't even notice or care about his near-miss.
Confident in himself, he carefully climbed over to the other side of the bed on his knees, only straddled him momentarily before he was over quickly. Muttering an apology, he got as settled as he could be with the shirt stuck uncomfortable high. He held out the full tankard to him, proud of not having spilled it on him in the process, that would have just been asking for it considering their initial encounter. "Will you take it now?" he teased. "Or should I still keep it?"