*sets his fork down on the plate and sits back, flashing a half-smile and holding up one hand in apparent surrender*
*his voice low (it seems only right in as intimate a setting as this one)* I won't fight you for it. I've eaten too much already. *ducks his head and rubs the back of his neck, shy of the brazen reply (something about keeping up his strength), only shaking his head minutely* No, really. You go ahead.
*doesn't feel quite so sluggish now as he did before the movie, though (he's been working too hard again), and suspects it isn't as late as he thought it might be*