The boot comes off without incident but the sock doesn't go entirely unnoticed. The sudden cold on his foot has him rousing, half grunting/half grumbling incoherently and rolling over so he can tuck it under his other leg for warmth. Foot cold, do not want is about the extent of his thought process.

He's back in the lab as soon as possible. Which honestly is probably sooner than what is prudent. But he had remained in bed at least until he finished the notes on the papers at his disposal... primarily to keep FILSS off his damn back. Sometimes he seriously questioned some of his choices in her programming. Still, he needs to keep busy and she only questions him so far.

When he spots the mug at his work station he freezes and goes pale. What the hell is that doing there? Of all the things... he moves it carefully out of view and looks around, utterly furious. There's only one person who could have done it and he wants to know exactly why. When he spots Price he stalks up to him, careful to at least keep his pace casual and expression neutral. Except for his eyes. He's never been particularly good at masking the emotion behind his eyes.

"Councilor, a word in private, if you please." Leonard's voice is low and ice calm. And in spite of the word choice it's clear that this isn't a request.