Gin chuckled a bit as he watched her take a gulp from her coffee, lightly shaking his head. He couldn't do that, at least not well. He liked things spicy, but not physically steaming. Without looking he scooted his hot coco off to the side, clearly not planning on drinking it right yet. Steam still rose from the mug, far too hot to drink.

"Sure thing, I can even follow you over if you want. What time do you start tonight?" He asks, hardly blinking as Effy finally looked into his eyes. While Gin wouldn't admit it, he loved it when she did that. Maybe because it meant her attention was all on him, or maybe because he adored the color of hers more. Even though he could change his eyes to match hers, it just wasn't quite the same. Before he had met Effy, Gin had visited Noir on occasion with a friend, but since he met Effy he was there practically every night she was, sometimes under a different face. He knew well about many of the magically inclined that visited there frequently, and he was not about to let poor Effy get caught up in any of that, if he could help it.

"Ah... also. Try to avoid Casey if you can help it." Gin mutters, suddenly adverting his gaze away from Effy's, looking out into the rainy weather. "While I was there they nearly had the cops called, twice, and I don't want you getting caught up in his shit." Casey was one of the people Gin happily refereed to as a 'Face'. The guy was practically useless unless it came to hoarding drugs and tons of booze and the alike, its the only reason Gin really talked to him anymore.