It's only after a moment that a string of cussing comes, followed by a thump and tapping as he works his way to the door. Lafayette opens it, wrapped in a silk robe intricately pattern with maple leaves and stylized deer. His feet are in soft slippers, and his eyes are bleary with sleep that hasn't worked its way out of his system yet. He got in late last night, and evidently needs more sleep than Sookie does, especially given what he'd had the night before to help make sure he slept soundly.

He takes the cup from on top of the other without preamble and starts drinking it with a muttered, "Beatch," which serves to make his point quite well. No need for more words, at least until he's more awake, and Sookie has given him whatever jumble is running around in her pretty blonde head that has her at his door at this hour.