He kissed her then, free hand sliding to the other side of her jaw, holding her gently although the touch could hardly be called tender, and stroked his fingers lightly through her hair. "How hungry are you, Rachel?"
Not that he was thinking of skipping supper completely and heading straight home with her, although the idea was increasingly appealing. There was more than enough wine at his home, and he was more than happy to have food, high-quality food, brought to them.