Carl greatly enjoyed the delicious breakfast, down to the last bit of biscuit, which he used to soak up the residue of egg yolks and bacon grease. The meal was divine. When he was finished, he looked up at her, eyes combing over the length of her form.<br/><br/>After a brief moment of thought, he spoke quietly, "You know it hurt me as much as it did you to do that, my darling. Please. Do not force me to do that again."<br/><br/>Standing, he crossed to the large basin he used to wash dishes, he deposited the plate with the pans. Picking up a biscuit from the cupboard, he tossed it to her casually, then returned to where he was sitting before. Witheyes as unreadable as granite, he watched her in silence.