Just so long as that hunger didn't lead to any tell-tale stomach rumbles; they both knew how he couldn't abide by such siren calls. But in its current silent state, he could enjoy freedom from such duties, and especially enjoy the brush of her thumb against his cheek, unable to help himself from once again turning his head just that slight bit to catch her hand with a kiss, as well.

"There are truly only a few better ways to spend a morning than that," he said, "but, since none of those were readily available, I did make the most of it. And brought you lunch, of course."