*laughs, prodding you gently* And steal my thunder? Don't you dare.
*hears another knock on the door and rises to his feet, looking down at you with an appraising expression* In fact... *picks up a throw pillow from the end of the sofa and positions it strategically in your lap* There we are.
*walks through to the front door to admit a waiter with their tray of sandwiches* *after tipping him handsomely, returns to your side (totally ignoring the food), loosening the tie on his robe and pulling you roughly into his arms* Where were we?