Adonis watched as you approached with a couple of plates in hand, his lips parted in slight disbelief. His amber eyes flicked between the steam wafting off of the dishes to your gleeful face.

“More…?” He asked. This was the second round of dishes you had brought out. And while he enjoyed eating whatever you cooked, the frequency of dishes you made for him each time was a bit… jarring. You especially enjoyed serving him meat, always cooked at a perfectly juicy and tender rate. The meat was always nice to chew—full-bodied.

He wasn’t exactly annoyed, just a bit surprised. That, and he was already close to full. You didn’t expect him to eat more, did you?