Orsino made as though he were exhasperated, but it was clear he was merely amused. Teasing seemed like an appropriate response. "Don't worry, I can't shag someone who smells like...lunch? What'd you do, run out to the deli on the corner at four in the morning?"
The mention of food, even teasingly, seemed to act almost as a cue. He felt his stomach growl as if it had heard him speak. Maybe he wasn't hungry for onion rings, but a fry up sounds really good suddenly. It was rare that he ate breakfast so early. Still, now he couldn't get the idea of food out of his mind.