Warmth radiates from the kiss, spreading outward through him (or is that the fever?) Her act is perfect, and he suspects nothing at all. But he does still falter a little at that suggestion.

"Are you sure you don't want me to bring a few pieces over to eat while we talk?" He's still holding the loaf and only just now realizing with some confusion that he has no available places to set it down. His brow furrows slightly. When did all of this get here? Did he get so caught up in his work that he overdid it?

"I..." he looks around with a growing sense of dread that he can't place. "Maybe I should take a break..."