Daryl accepts the coffee, forgoing the 'you didn't have to pay' platitude and instead skipping straight to the, "Thanks." He figures if she didn't want to pay or didn't feel she should, she'd have said something.

The first sip is taken while it's still really too hot to drink it and he doesn't wince at all. Lid off so he could get as much as possible in the short take. The creamer was already doing it's job in cooling it fast and making it palatable.

"Mmmm," he breathed out, savoring the taste before slowly licking his upper lip to clean what little had settled there. "I think I'm gonna have to make this walk a regular thing. Patrolling, a'course."

Daryl didn't try to hide the sly, joking smile.