So you wanna play with magic. Boy, you should know what you're falling for.

So you wanna play with magic. Boy, you should know what you're falling for. by pinklipstiiick featuring heel boots

"Ar..." Seb's voice trailed off, his hand dropping on my thigh and rubbing it gently.

"Mhm," Came my muffled response as I stared moving slowly and let my eyes eventually flutter open. "Are we here yet?"

"Yet?" He raised one eyebrow at me, amused by my words.

"I felt like I fell asleep 5 minutes ago," I said in a quiet voice before offering a small smile, still sleepy and nothing sounding better to me than crawling into a warm bed. 

"It was more than two hours ago," He grinned at me and leaned into me, pressing a kiss on my lips then unbuckling his safety belt as he eyed the valet.

"Not enough," I sighed, making him shake his handsome head.

He climbed out the car, giving the key to the guy in uniform and instructing both him and the other guy about where to take our bags. Walking to the other side of the car he opened my door and smirked, "Do you want me to pick you up and carry you like a baby?"

"I wish," I sighed again but a small grin tugged at my lips as I got out, my hand locking with his immediately.

"I wouldn't want you to grow spoiled," He kept his smirk in place, genuinely happy to have a few days off to spend time with me. We needed this after that stupid argument about Robert proposing to Erin. Seb had even made a point of leaving his laptop home... and that said a lot. "Do you want to eat something before going to our room? Or would you rather call room service?" He asked as an afterthought as we stepped into the lobby. 

"Room service," I said quietly, my words followed by a yawn. I needed to stretch my body out, I was sore after sitting in the same position for well over two hours... and I probably looked awful. How was it that Seb always looked amazing? 

"Did I just lose you again?" He asked with a laugh, giving my hand a small squeeze. 

I lifted an eyebrow in confusion, "What?"

"You looked lost in a thought or like you were struggling not to fall back asleep," He told me and I grinned back at him, shaking my head even though he was probably right on both accounts. I preferred flying over driving, but Seb was dead set on making the drive from Seattle to Vancouver so that was what we did. I did get a two hour nap out of it though, so I really shouldn't complain. 

"I was thinking about how handsome you look right now," I smiled back, resisting the urge to yawn again. "Well, always."

"You don't have to flatter me, you're already getting laid tonight," He joked and I broke into a laugh, leaning my body into his as we made our way to the counter to check in. 

"You're in a good mood," I said seriously, keeping my eyes on him even as the man at the counter waved us over. "You aren't afraid about withdrawals? From your laptop?"

"I'm hoping you'll be able to keep me distracted enough," He grinned at me, his tone a teasing one since if there was someone who could distract Seb? That was me.

"Way to make me feel under pressure," I said with an exaggerated sigh, smirking at him before cutting myself off with a yawn and leaning all my weight against his side as we stopped at the desk.

Before the man could say anything, Seb slipped one of his credit cards from the pocket of his jacket and handed it to him. "I made a reservation under the name Pitt," He said quietly and cutting the conversation short by going straight to the point.

He looked taken aback but nodded, even adding a smile as he looked at his computer. "Your room is the 619, last floor," He said and gave back the card along with the one for our room. "Enjoy your stay."

"Thank you," Seb grabbed them and went back to smirking at me as he dragged me to the elevator, "Hey you don't fall asleep on me."

"You're just too comfortable," I muttered under my breath as I wrapped both arms around his waist, excited about spending the new few days alone with my man. 

He engulfed me into a tight hug as we stepped inside the elevator. "I'm missing my laptop already," He said quietly with a smirk on his lips as he kissed the top of my head and inhaled deeply.

"Am I doing a bad job at keeping you distracted already?" I looked up at him with a pout playing on my lips, a fake and silly one. 

He set his thumb on my bottom lip and ran it slowly to the side before I caught it between my teeth and gave it a gentle bite. "Hey feisty girl, I'm going to spank you if you don't behave," He said in a low warning tone, sexy as hell and confident. Those were two of the best words to describe him... along with perfect, but I'd never admit it out loud. 

"I can't be sleepy or feisty??" I asked while my pout returned. "I don't know what you want from me."

 A grin spread across his face as he shook his head, "I think you do instead."

The elevator came to a slow stop and made a pinging noise. "Saved by the bell," I joked and leaned back into him, chest to chest. 

He laughed at my words, "Now I'm curious what you think I want."

"I'd say it, but then I'd probably blush," I pulled back regretfully and used one hand to spank his ass playfully. "Lead the way handsome!"

"Ar," He groaned and grabbed my wrist, pulling me out the elevator as he pressed me against his side.

"What?" I asked innocently, letting him lead down the hallway. 

"First of all? Don't play innocent with me, you don't blush so easily," He grinned as he shot me a side glance, knowing how I was a very naughty girl instead. 

I bit down on my lip, looking up at him with big eyes, "I don't know about that. Second of all?" 

He stopped in front of the door of our room, tilting his head down to press his lips against my ear, "Second of all, no spanking." At the same time, he spanked me, hard, the sound of his hand landing on my ass echoing through the walls as I jumped a little.

"Ouch! You're confusing me," I grinned wide at him.

Seb shook his head, sliding the card and opening the door of our suite. "I make the rules, so I'm the one who can break them too," He explained as he filled his hand with my ass again, this time to squeeze it.

"There's nothing sexier than a bossy man," I joked with a grin, reaching for the light switch and taking my eyes off of Seb to look around the room. While I was more than positive my boyfriend had done his research on the place and its floorplan, I liked being surprised and surprised I was. The place was immaculate, very Victorian inspired and gorgeous. "Is there a jacuzzi?" I flicked my eyes back to Seb before leaving him standing there to explore. 

He let out a snort behind me, "You're very easily distracted."

I ignored his words and peeked my head into the bathroom, "I found the jacuzzi and it has a detachable shower head!" I could practically feel the multiple orgasms I'd be having later on already.

"We won't be needing that," He replied from behind me and wrapped both arms around my waist. 

"We don't need it, but it'll be nice to try," I grinned up at him. 

"Are you hungry?" He changed the subject without missing a beat, always sticking with the original plan no matter what it may be. 

"I am. Are you?"

He bent his head over my neck, grinning then biting, "Starving."

"Oh, I see what you're doing here..." I trailed off as I set both hands on his forearms, pressing my ass against him and using the kind of voice that always told him where my thoughts were.

"You see nothing," He said nonchalantly as he pulled his head back, grabbing my waist and adjusting my body over his shoulder.

"Seb!" I protested but broke into a chuckle, "How come you do this every time we're in an hotel room?"

"I don't know, maybe hotels bring out the cave man in me," He answered as he carried me back to the bedroom, spanking my ass in the process.

This time I laughed and squirmed in his hold, "You're so silly when you're in a good mood."

He didn't say anything back, both of us getting lost in our thoughts while I tried remembering the last time we had done something spontaneous like this. "Take those useless clothes off and order our food woman," He said instead as he laid me on the end of the bed, kissing my lips quickly in the process before he got in a straighter position again.

"Why and why?" I asked and bit down on my lip to conceal my smirk but failing, a knock on the door interrupting us.

"Because the bossy man says so," He grinned at me then left the room to answer the door, the sound of bags dropping on the floor not more than a minute later.

I climbed out of the bed and peeled my sweater off first, my skirt dropping on the ground next while my lingerie followed, making a nice line of undergarments on the way to the bathroom where I wrapped myself up in the robe hanging up inside. It was beyond plush and felt like heaven against my naked skin, a sigh of appreciation even escaping my lips as I tied the sash and started for the living room to find my handsome companion. "Are we alone yet?" I asked just as the door shut and the bellboy was nowhere in sight. I wrapped my arms around Seb's waist from behind and then pressed my lips against the side of his neck.

"I half expected you to come out here wearing nothing," He replied and turned his head to get a look at what I was wearing. "What is this?" He fingered the soft material while a smile played on my lips.

"It's called a robe," I pulled back and grinned at him. "They're typically worn when one gets out of the shower and is too lazy to put clothes on."

He shook his head but smirked at me, "I know what it is, but why are you wearing it?"

"You don't like it?" I faked a pout and set my hands on my hips, looking down at the fluffy white thing covering me. 

"It's not the sexiest thing you've ever worn," He joked back and pulled on my waist so that my body was resting against his. "What do you have on underneath it?"

I kept my pout in place and pulled back a little, "Maybe I'll show you after you order me food."

He tightened his grip on me to pull me back where I belonged, against Seb. "No," He said simply.

I raised one eyebrow slowly, his short response causing my pout to disappear and be replaced by a small amused smirk, "Why not?" 

"Because I never have idea of what food you're in the mood for and I don't want to end up ordering everything on the menu."

"You make me sound like a spoiled little animal," I protested with a snort, cutting him off before he had the chance to say anything else.

"That's what you are," He grinned from ear to ear, amused by the description I had made of myself even though I didn't. He pulled back just so slightly to glance at my robe once again, "You could be bigfoot's little sister."

I narrowed my eyes on him, "I know what you're doing, you're trying to get me out of my robe by making fun of me..."

"Is it working?" He asked instead of denying, playing with the sash of the robe.

"No," I shook my head stubbornly and grinned, always liking to go against him when it was only silly instead.

He moved his hands quickly and untied the robe, his eyes dropping down my naked body. He pulled back to give it a better view and grinned, making me feel like a goddess. "Don't you even dare to tie it again," He warned then walked back to the bedroom, "And order us food."

"Alright, but when room service gets here I'm going answer the door naked," I said loud enough for him to hear, grinning because I could have sworn I heard him groan in response. Either that or I knew my man well enough to know exactly how he'd react to my words. "Your orders boss," I added with an even wider grin, reaching for the menu laying on the table. Scanning the list, I picked out a few entrees and dialed the number for room service, ordering us more than one option since the one thing I was never sure of when it came to Seb was what he wanted to eat. Besides me of course... no complaints there. 

"Did you order?" He asked and wrapped his arms around my waist while I silently prayed he was naked. 

"I did," I leaned my body back into his arms and turned my head sideways, finding him wearing sweatpants. "Hey! Why aren't you naked?!"

A sexy smirk played on his lips as he raised an eyebrow, "Why are you pouting?"

"Because you should be matching me right now," I replied and turned in his arms, setting my hands on his chest. God damn, his body was so perfect, I was positive I'd never get used to it. 

"Says who?" He asked with a brow raised, his hands moving from my hips to my ass to keep me in place.

"Me," I said as I grinned wide at him, my fingers brushing against his skin as they made their way up to his neck.

His grin matched mine as he pulled me closer, pushing my body against him until my nips poked his chest. "And who are you?" He asked back.

"Your girlfriend," I said seriously before breaking again into a smirk.

"That you are. But you're not the boss, so your word doesn't count much," He joked, always pretending there was a challenge going on between us to see who had more power in our relationship when we both knew we were perfectly balanced instead. I sighed dramatically and shook my head while he went back to raising an eyebrow, "What?" 

"Nothing, I was wondering for how long I'll still have to pretend that you're the boss," I said as I bit back a grin, more like trying and failing since my lips curved upwards as soon as I stopped talking.

The knock on our suites door interrupted us as he pulled away regretfully, walking backwards to grin at me. "As long as you'll be with me," He said in a playful tone before disappearing from my view to answer the door. 

As soon as the door closed, I joined Seb, hands on my hips and my body on display, "Why you can go open the door half naked and I can't?" 

"Because I'm the boss." He smirked then his eyes took in the amount of food we had before he looked back at me, "But a better question would be, do we have guests?"

"No, I'm a growing girl," I grinned back at him as his eyes flashed down to my flat stomach. One of the perks about fast metabolism? I could eat like a man but maintain my shape. 

"Uhm," He replied while I resisted the urge to groan, hating that response more than just about anything. But in this case, it was acceptable. "I haven't noticed," 

He added and sat down on the couch, taking in all the food with his eyes slowly. 

I sat down beside him and faked a serious expression, "Really? My booty is growing."

He let out a laugh and reached for a bottle of water, uncapping it and taking a sip. "Are you fishing for compliments?" He asked after swallowing, setting the bottle back down. 

"No," I shook my head, "I already know how obsessed you are with my ass. I don't need you to tell me every day... I'm not one of those needy girls."

"Just crazy?" He lifted an amused eyebrow at me before reaching for a cheeseburger and taking a big bite. 

This time I laughed and rolled my eyes, "You must like your women crazy then."

"The only woman I like crazy is you," He grinned and took his eyes off me as he sunk his teeth into the cheeseburger again and looking like he might cum from it. It was probably the first time he ate all day... He made me worry constantly. 

I  bit back a smirk as I stretched my arm out to reach for my chicken burger, almost losing my balance and rolling down the couch, making Seb grin wider. "What about the other women?" I asked with a silly look on my face before attacking my food since I was just as hungry. 

"Got no other women," He answered after swallowing as he watched me, the mood between us so easy. After all those years, the rollercoaster we called life, it felt so good to be in this place. 

"Mhm," I mumbled, my lips closed and my mouth still full as she crawled closer to my man, waiting for him to adjust on the couch so that I could sit on his legs. I licked the corner of my mouth, "What about your sisters? Your mom? Your nieces?"

He reached for the fries, "They're not in the same category as yours."

"Must be the crazy category," I grinned as I took the fry he was leading to his mouth and ate it with a silly satisfied expression on my face.

He took another couple of fries, glaring at me in the process to discourage me from stealing his food again but I only gave him an innocent look  back instead. 

"Speaking of which." He paused to finally eat, "We should start planning our holidays."

I furrowed my eyebrows as I chewed slowly, staring at him in a questioning way, "Our what?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "I have two weeks off from filming between Christmas and New Year's Eve." 

"Two weeks off?" Both eyebrows shot up while I digested that bit of news. I wasn't sure what I expected... It was Christmas sure, but knowing Seb, I half expected him to work right through the holidays. So far he hadn't even mentioned Thanksgiving and that was less than two weeks away. My mom invited me to spend time with her in New York while my dad was planning on carrying on the tradition of us having dinner at his place in Los Angeles. No one really paid attention to the fact that I was currently living in Seattle. 

"Yes," He said simply, still eating. 

I set down my chicken burger and reached for a napkin to wipe my hands clean, "Do I get  you to myself for two whole weeks?!" A grin played on my lips, my thoughts already on what we'd do. Sex... a lot of sex. I was already naturally insatiable when it came to Sebastian, but now that he was always busy with work and we'd sometimes go a week without sex? I was horny all the time. 

He grinned back at me and laughed, "Why'd your nips just get hard?"

I glanced down and then back up at him, "I'm cold, but thats beside the point. What did you have in mind? Seattle?" I was hoping for anything but San Francisco. As much as I liked that city, I didn't feel myself there... I didn't fit in with Seb's old lifestyle, the one he'd come accustom to while living there and old habits died hard sometimes. Not that he was living the bachelor lifestyle now, but being in San Francisco, who knew.  

He blinked at me, looking genuinely surprised and I wasn't really sure why. We had our jobs here and our temporary home. "I don't know, did you?" He asked back before speaking his mind.

"You don't know?" I raised one eyebrow slowly, giving him an amused look, "Lies, you always plan everything."

"True, but I haven't yet," He shrugged as he stuffed his mouth with the last bite of his cheeseburger and letting his eyes move to the other foods. "I'm asking you first before I decide everything and go planning crazy," He added while he reached for a plate full of chicken nuggets.

"Those were mine," I protested with narrowed eyes, only making him grin.

"What is yours is mine," He said nonchalantly as he popped one in his mouth, watching me and waiting for me to go on with the previous subject. When I didn't and just stared at him instead, he swallowed, "What do you want to do Ar?" 

"I asked first," I retorted and this time, he groaned in frustration.

Seb reached for his water and took a long sip, stalling. "I was wondering if you'd want to spend time with your family," He said eventually, carefully, never knowing how I'd react to that option since my relationship with my family wasn't a normal one. Not since I was a kid at least. And my parents? Neither of them were big fans of Sebastian. "But I wasn't thinking to stay in Seattle anyway."

I nodded my head, wanting to bite my tongue instead of asking, "San Francisco then?"

"Not necessarily," He replied and I felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders. The thing with Seb was that I never knew what he wanted... not unless we were both naked. His sexual appetite was easy to please, but that was about it. The serious stuff was a hell of a lot harder since the man was a complete mystery to me, even after all these years. 

"Then..." I trailed off and lifted both eyebrows, wishing he'd just say whatever was on his mind. I hated surprises and even more, guessing games. 

"Don't you want to see your family?" He asked in another one of his nonchalant voices when this subject was anything but. I knew that he didn't want to spend the holidays getting glared at by my father or having my mom ask him every five seconds what his intentions were. He'd do it for me of course, but it wasn't what he wanted. 

I ran my tongue across my top lip while reaching for a chicken nugget and shrugging my shoulder, looking for the right words. Did I want to spend the holidays with my parents? And which one? I couldn't do both since they were all the way across the states from each other. And what if Mills showed up? We'd been avoiding each other for long enough... did I want a reunion on Christmas day? It sounded like a major bummer, fighting with my sister on my favorite holiday. "Do you want to see your family?" I asked instead and popped the chicken nugget into my mouth, chewing while I stared at Seb. 

"Babe, that's what I asked you," He grinned at me but kept a soft voice since it was a touchy subject. His new patience and calmness was a refreshing change, but you never knew how long it'd last. 

"But do you want to see your family?" I repeated, ignoring his words and looking at him with those big bambi eyes that were one of his biggest weaknesses.

He took a deep breath and shook his head, "Ar, you can't play this game with the person who invented it." He kept his smirk in place, wiping his hands on a napkin before reaching for my hips to hold me.

"Okay, then answer me," I shrugged nonchalantly, stubborn and unsure about how I wanted to spend my holidays. 

"I do want to see my family," He gave up eventually. "But we don't have to," He added as an afterthought, shocking me since usually he tried avoiding his family all together. 

I bit down on my lip as I considered his words, shifting on his body to get closer, "So we'd go to LA?" 

"Last time I checked my parents still lived in the area," He answered sarcastically, his voice showing the lack of enthusiasm I would have expected from him when talking about a trip back home. 

"Hey, it was your idea," I pointed out with a grin, studying his face for a moment before cupping his chin and tilting my head down to press my lips against his. He was so adorable when he looked grumpy, not that I'd ever admit that to him. I grinned against his lips, "So we'll go back home for the holidays."

He snorted while I pulled my head back to smile at him, his kisses having that effect on me always. "It's hardly home," He said flatly, me resisting the urge to grin at his change of mood, mostly since it really was his idea.

"You're the one who was born and raised there," I shrugged. "It'll be fun though. We haven't seen your family since..." I trailed off, not wanting to mention that night ever again. I shouldn't have even said as much in the first place. 

"Yeah," He said simply, thankfully not saying more on the subject. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do you want to visit your family?" He asked, the conversation playing like a broken record in a sense. 

I shrugged my shoulders and leaned my body into his, his strong arms wrapped around me making me feel invincible. Did I want to see my family? It was a loaded question since the holidays were a hard time for all of us for various reasons. My mom was busy playing house with her new boyfriend in New York, my sister was doing who knows what with my best friend and keeping endless secrets from me, while my dad would probably spend Christmas eve at a bar. He wasn't an alcoholic, he just really missed my mom. "I'd love to see my dad," I smiled at Seb, not wanting my dad to be alone for the holidays, but the two men? They didn't get along.  

He watched me but without a smile on his handsome face, looking like he'd rather do a million other things instead of spending time with my father. "Okay," He said eventually with a shrug, doing his best to act nonchalant and failing. The effort though? It counted for something. Seb was obviously trying and I had to be grateful for that. 

"It won't be that bad," I pointed out then frowned, imagining how terrible it really could be. "Or at least I hope so."

He pushed my hair off my face, taking in my features, "It will be fine."

"You hate him," I raised one eyebrow at him as my fingers played with his hair.

"Now, hate is a strong word...." He trailed off and knew he couldn't deny what was obvious to both of us. "Unless you use it to describe how he feels about me instead."

"You two just don't get along," I said then pursed my lips, not willing to admit that yes, my father hated my boyfriend. He wasn't good at letting the past go, and that was an understatement. 

He shrugged it off, "I'll behave babe. Just let me know when so that I can tell my mom when we'll be going there instead." 

"Deal," I smiled back at him, my head already processing all of the planning the holidays would take; getting time off from work, booking flights... luckily Seb would handle most of the boring details. "I don't know what I'd do without you," I snaked both arms around his neck, shifting my body on his lap to face him. 

He groaned as my hips rolled against his, his eyes still completely aware by the fact that I wasn't wearing much. At least, nothing was covered up. "Are you done eating already?" He asked and moved his hands to my hips, holding them in place to keep me from teasing him further. 

I looked over my shoulder at the heaping amount of food then back at Seb, "I should pace myself since it's almost Thanksgiving."

He let out a laugh, the kind that warmed my body up. I loved seeing him happy, I would give anything to make this man happy. "Do we already have plans?" He lifted an eyebrow while he studied my expression yet again.

"I'm going to make up dinner," I said while nodding my head. 

"Just the two of us?"

"Yes," I moved one hand to cup the back of his neck, glancing down at his lips for a moment then back up to his eyes. "Do you prefer ham or turkey? Or both?" I was hoping for ham since I had no idea how to stuff a turkey... it looked disgusting and messy. 

"Do you know how to cook either?" He lifted an eyebrow at me yet again.

A pout fell on my face as I leaned into him, "Of course!"

"We'll see," He grinned at my reaction, never giving me enough credit for what I did. Which was a lot.  

At that, I gave a tug at his hair, "We'll see nothing! You already know I can cook." I paused and narrowed my eyes on his amused expression, "Am I wrong or I'm the one who cooks every night?"

"Almost," He pointed out, more teasing. 

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms against my chest, pushing my breasts together which I could now see was distracting Seb.c "Almost every night."

He reached for my nips and pinched them, unable to help himself, "You make simple things. Delicious, but simple."

"Ouch!" I protested as I slapped his hand away but could feel a grin tugging at my lips, "And are you complaining?"

"No," He said more seriously to let me know that he meant it, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist as he leaned into me, "I love the way you cook. I'm just saying that turkey is kind of hard to make."

"That's why I'm making ham," I decided and announced while he laughed.

"What if I want turkey instead?" He asked with a wide grin on his gorgeous face before kissing my lips softly. "Or both?"

I shrugged my shoulders as my arms went around his neck again, "You'll stuff it yourself because it's gross and I don't want to touch it."

He laughed again, amused to no end by my silliness, "Are you afraid it could come back from the dead?"

"Of course not," I wrinkled my nose with a more serious expression on my face. "I just have no desire to butcher a turkey and pull out its guts. It sounds messy."

A snort escaped him as he shook his head, "Then ham it is."

"I like the way you think," I pressed a chaste kiss against his lips and pulled back, smiling at him.

"With mashed potatoes, corn, green beans, broccoli, cranberry -"

I leaned back into him and kissed him again, this time to stop him from listing one more food. Who did he think I was, Martha Stewart? "You're pushing your luck now," I muttered against his soft lips and grinned. "We won't need much food since it'll be just us."

He lifted an eyebrow again and looked past me at the food still on the table. "Says the girl who just ordered half the menu..." He trailed off, returning his eyes back to meet mine. 

"My baby needs to eat," I poked his hard stomach, abs on abs, his body was flawless. I was seriously lucky and had a lot to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. 

Both of his eyebrows shot up, "Who?"

"My boo," I said simply, knowing how he hated that nickname. 

"Who?" He tried again as a sigh escaped me, silent but loud enough for him to catch. 

"Just some hottie," I shrugged my shoulders.

He leaned his back against the couch as he looked at me with a straight face, "So you're not talking about me."

"Aren't you some hottie?" I asked with a grin making its way onto my lips. Hottie would be the understatement of the year. 

"It sounds too generic," He pointed out and grinned with me, because it was so rare for us to be both in a silly mood.

"My hottie?" I tried, trying to force a straight face but failing instead. 

He leaned into me again and brushed his nose against mine before kissing my lips softly, "Better." He smirked as he dropped both hands onto my ass.

"My man," I went on as the grin on my lips got wider and the hold on his neck tighter.

"Much better," He grinned back at me, a mischievous look on his flawless face. 

I nodded before tilting my head down, my lips pressing on his neck and trailing up to behind his ear where I stopped to talk. "What does my man want to do now?" I asked in a low voice, trying to tempt him to bring me to bed.

"Are we done talking babe?" 
"I think you planned enough for tonight, you should survive at least a couple day," I answered in a teasing voice, making fun of him even though I didn't mind that he was so OCD about certain things. I liked it since I was the complete opposite. Instead of getting mad, he spanked my ass, my teeth sinking into his neck a second later. "Ouch!" I protested.

"Hey, you just bit me too!" Seb grinned when I pulled my head back to look at him, "Still hungry?"