As tempting as it was to ask him to explain what he thought he understood to her, she only lifted both eyebrows, head tilted, to give him an amused look. Her gaze dropped to his fingers, traveled up along his arm to his face, and then dropped again to watch the worshipful way he touched her. It wasn't just love and desire, she'd begun to see: it was service offered without hesitation to his queen.

"Good, because I'm still hungry." A beat, a grin, and she rubbed her foot against the outside of his leg, the arch drawing slowly up from his knee to his thigh in a demonstration of the intimate power she could hold over him. "For food." Then carefully, gently, she lay her foot over the bulge only partially obscured behind his open zipper. "And then for you."