There was almost nothing more intriguing than someone who seemed to have a secret, and that smug little smirk spoke of someone with secrets. Ryan was definitely someone who liked to get dirt on people, if his teen years had been any indication. "Ah, but they're a good source of energy!" he said with a chuckle, repeating what everyone had always said in the gyms he'd been in. "Mmm, if I weren't set on this, that'd be good. The chicken was very tasty last night," he said. And he hadn't had to cook it. It was like having a live-in cook, so fabulous. He took the gently steaming biscuits out of the microwave, leaving its door open for her, and tossed the hot, damp towel away, moving just a small distance down the counter, watching her from the corner of his eye. "You look like you'd work off any stray calorie easily, anyhow," he said, the compliment slipping from his lips truthfully. Her slim form was undeniably attractive, though others were in different fashions. Why restrict oneself to one?