To Shinjirou, it seems like Jade hasn't ever really left the room. Time is flowing at an odd rate for him. His eyes follow Jade lazily as he comes closer; otherwise he doesn't move an inch until prompted.

"Of course." He pushes himself up, head dropping into the palm of Jade's hand for a second. Nuzzling, he sits on his knees and glances at the water. His mouth opens and closes like that of a fish as he reaches for the glass. He doesn't simply take it out of Jade's hands, though, and waits instead.