With a shake of his head, he tossed the covers off his body and got out of bed. Ignoring her outburst, he was secretly pleased that she was starting to show glimpses of her spirit once more. This cowed girl he had seen was not the sister he remembered. Since this was his room, he just grabbed a robe and threw it on but failed to belt it closed. Gathering up the discarded clothes, both hers and his, he noticed the poor quality of her outfit. It was just one more small thing that fed his hatred of their father.<br/><br/>"Yes, you are definitely fine," he said but his tone said that he was not referring to her health but her looks. "I'll add beautiful since that is what I saw these last few days. But what I just saw makes both of those terms seem weak. I'll have to go with angelic to describe you."<br/><br/>He finished picking up the clothes and tossed them into the clothes hamper. It took him just a moment to finally tie his robe closed. His cock was still hard and he figured it wasn't going to go down until he took matters into his own hands, literally. Picking up the hamper, he headed for the door.<br/><br/>"French toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon sound good to you?" he asked just before he went out the door. He wondered if her tastes in breakfast food had changed while he had been away.