"I don't mind learning your language." Robert mentions while glancing over his shoulder from where he stood at the window.

He thought about more coffee and shook his head, damp curls bobbing. "I don't but there pot in the kitchen if you want more."

He probably didn't need more coffee making him more jittery. The words for his feelings, the push and pull of his own internal environment, that weren't coming to him or he might try to explain.