Martin is too invested in his breakfast to choke on it. Which is probably a very good thing. He is quite embarrassed. But also a little bit proud. And definitely a bit pleased. His smile hovers somewhere between the three emotions.

He coughs a little and finishes his mouthful before daring to look at her again.

"Well." The blush crosses his face, and his ears start to redden. "Yes. Um." He squirms. (Remembering the night before during breakfast is not entirely conducive to eating that breakfast.) "Er, could you pass- um. Tea?" He asks, waving at the mugs on the desk.