*relaxes into your embrace, content to be held, while his fingers trace shapes on your (well-muscled, well-tanned) shoulder* *softly (and a little penitently)* I'll eat, my lord. I'll do my best to look after myself.
*inclines his head so that he can nibble on your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and mmming* I like how it works. 's like an unvicious circle. You're happy when I'm happy. I'm happy when you're happy.