Cocking an eyebrow at how Demelza rushed out before answering, he rolled his eyes and went back to his book, relaxing into the couch. Sure, see if he'd ask after her anymore. He'd thought that was the thing boyfriends sort of did, but she didn't seem to appreciate it. He'd stick to letting her talk on her own, then.
He heard the shower stop running and moved again so there was room on the couch next to him whenever she came out. He didn't notice until she spoke, but once she did he looked up and promptly closed his book, liking what he saw. He shook his head at her questions and motioned slightly to the spot next to him, a small grin growing on his face. He was hungry, he hadn't eaten, but at the sight of her it wasn't for food. "You might ask, next time," he commented, the only thing he could think of to say.