Sawyer knows he could start analyzing. Could start trying to read and decipher Juliet's every last move, because there's always enough that she gives to read, peruse through. But he doesn't. Right now, he's making the active effort to stop being that man who looks for every hole and possible bump along the way to take advantage of. Almost trying to become a civilian, imagine that. His instincts see that smile and that hesitation, and his hand grows a little more tense on his cup for it, for the active effort that he's making to stop.

"I'd be delighted to. Stomach of steel, ate mangoes for months back on the other island without much in between? Think I could handle just about anythin' now," Sawyer grins, shaking his head. "And ain't nothin' better in the world than strong coffee."