[Nero gives an equally skeptical look to the pot of coffee -- more because it's magic and that shit is weird to eat, not because it'll kill him. Though, now that whatever magic is working through him is leaving him feeling human, maybe a bit of coffee can get through that demon blood and still give him a stomach ache.

Meh. He'll deal with it if it happens. He tips his head back and drinks some, wrinkling his nose.

Oh, man. He is not a coffee guy.]

Yeah, better than nothing. [It's enough to sort of tamp down his thirst. Not really a quencher, though.] Nah. [Nero gives a shrug, then steals some more coffee. Another wrinkle of his nose.] Your buddy Jerry asked me to babysit you. Feel like I might as well, 'cause I get the sense he's gonna give me shit if you die in here.