"Sounds like you're pushing your luck but okay." Mishka didn't bother waiting for the water to cool and instead dropped a few ice cubes in. He stirred for a few seconds before finally digging in, eating straight out of the paper container with a couple of cheap wooden chopsticks. "I'm gonna be out late tonight so don't freak out if you hear someone at the door." He'd obviously do his best to keep as quiet as possible upon entry but he had no idea how light of a sleeper she was. Plus he'd feel terrible if he ended up accidentally scaring the shit outta her. Not to mention he'd really hate it if the cops ended up getting involved... Mishka liked to think of himself as a private man. The less who pried their nose into his business, the better.