"Huhmmh,"<br/><br/>He grinned, leaving her the single chuckle sound as he leaned his head to one side. His mind was still coming to speed, but he still managed a "-but you look so tasty-" before he'd interrupted himself. Two sets of pearly whites, chomping down on a bit of Celeste's ear, and he'd run his tongue along the edge and back, before letting her go. If she moved back to try and give him the food he'd sit right up and try to get his bearings first. Of course, he wouldn't complain if she delayed him a moment further on that.<br/><br/>He looked at the breakfast despite himself- because as much as he loved to let his eyes linger all about her, eating her would be quite a bit less filling than the sort of eating the tray would provide, and as predicted his stomach was throwing a riot now that his body was up to pace on rest again, and the prospect of shutting it up and putting some real substance in his gut was very appealing. He kissed her again before pulling the thing over- stopping to try and be careful of that drink- and started to dig in.<br/><br/>If there was any lacking of quality he didn't notice it. At this point the only lack he would have noticed was quantity.<br/><br/>He piled and shoveled it on in like a starving man, the only way he could conceive to express his gratitude to Celeste that wouldn't require him to slow down on the eating.