[Honey]

His hair was still wet and his body damp after his shower, and while he pulled his clothes over his body he could smell the scent of frying sausage and the sweetened smell of honey which alone made him hunger for breakfast. Slipping through the narrow hall to find a plate already set on the cleared space at the table, he found his assistant still working on readying his own breakfast. Briefly he paused at the table to inspect the images and words written atop his oatmeal which very clearly spelled out that the boy was eager for affection that day. Careful not to jar him or bump the table behind him, he slid behind the boy to wrap his arms around the smooth waist. "I saw your drawings on my oatmeal."