Lucius pulls a face at being cut off but, once Izzy moves to the little hot water maker thing, he sees the shape of the problem. He can sympathize, he too desires hot tea in his own room. Getting it from ghosts at the crack of dawn is...disconcerting.

"Yeah, alright," Lucius replies flatly and moves to take the little carafe off the stand. It fits one good cup or two small ones if the timing is just right. A quick march has him filling it in the washroom sink and then returning to dump that water into the top opening of the maker. He doesn't bother explaining what he's up to, just does, and is glad it's relatively simple.

"May I?" he asks, rhetorically, as he pops the tin of tea open and snatches up two of the little cloth bags. He tosses the both in to the empty carafe, pops it onto the heating element, and switches the little thing on. After a moment of silence it burbles to life.

"Got no cream or sugar with me, hope you like it straight."