Gottfried's blue eyes slowly focus on you, but he doesn't make any effort to turn his head, resorting to a side-eye. It's obvious he's hangover. Perhaps, it just hurts too much to move his head right now. "...Guten Morgen." He finally grunts after a long pause, averting his gaze again to look at the cup of coffee in front of him. The silence continues, as he squints painfully at the morning sun coming in through the curtains.