His first thought is to just tell Price to fuck off, but that's hardly a professional way to deal with things. Satisfying as it might be. After everything, the man is just so damn... preternaturally unflappable.

He clears his throat.

"Tea. With plenty of honey."

Is it a mundane task that's below Price's skill and position... yes. But he's salty and sick and honestly Price is surprisingly good at judging these things.

"I'll be at my desk."