"I like it also." He admitted and turned his attention back to the breakfast for just a moment. He wanted to get finished with it because he had some other ideas for spending his morning in bed with Dawlish. The two of them had taken to sleeping in the same bed all the time now, which Rolf loved. Even when John came home really late, the feel of the mattress moving always made Rolf feel a bit better; a bit warmer. They hadn't had much time for anything besides sleeping near each other, what with schedules that barely lined up and both of them being exhausted after a day's work and that was leaving Scamander a bit needy.
He wasn't exactly miserable about the fact that, after committing to John he hadn't really gotten as much attention as he knew it wasn't Dawlish's fault at all. (Really, as well, he was just as exhausted from his work at the Ministry and probably wouldn't have gone looking elsewhere even if he hadn't exactly been committed to one person, but that was neither here nor there.) He just thought it was a bit ironic that things that worked out the way they had. Of course, that was combined with the fact that Rolf was always endlessly surprised with how much he liked to just be around the other man. Although he was always affectionate with kisses and such, he'd never liked doing when he knew it wasn't going to lead anywhere--except with John, that is. With him, he could probably be just as content leaned up against him and reading a book as he would be were his hand down Dawlish's trousers.
Well, almost as content.
He finished up a bit more of this tofu sausage and leaned back again, putting his arm around the Auror, this time a bit lower about his waist.