You're almost done being the Bodyguard of that two-faced monarchy brat but before leaving the building but, a good coffee wouldn't hirt. Quickly trying to topping off the coffee from the kitchen, you can hear a faint ring of a bell echoing in the dark hallways and you stand your ground, not taking any chances of what creep might have came out from the dirty night streets.. "You really must make a fresh mess of coffee at midnight in my own kitchen? Now, That's not really professional"