He slipped out of bed as his stomach informed him that it had declared war on his spine, and would spread further if its demands were not met. He caressed the drow's ample breasts as he slipped free, and headed for the kitchen, not bothering to dress as he began putting together a meal for himself and the drow. It was fairly simple, but it would be filling, some leftover bread, nuts, vegetables and fruits, and if she required more, he was sure they could find something to her satisfaction.