Two needs went to war in his mind: his body's need for nutrition versus his general need to have her arching against him again when she slides her hands down his front. Those hands, all over his body... It takes quite a bit of self control to sit down and actually taste his food. That doesn't stop  him from building up some apprehension is thoughts.<br/><br/>After he finishes, he rises from his chair, scrapes the remnants of the eggs into the trash before placing his plate into sink. He looks at her expectantly, lust burning clearly in his eyes.