Damon stopped and looked down at the foot. His tongue slid subtly over his incisors. If Alex was trying to get his attention it was working. Damon settled the table, tempted to fall back on the man. Soon, he reminded himself. They needed to eat, at least Alex did. Damon really didn't need it, but he enjoyed the food. "Meatlovers," he said, giving him a shrug.
"If you want me to kick down, I have some cash." He had to make the offer, even if he didn't think Alex would accept it. His hand went to the foot on him. "Better watch where you put that thing. My head might wander into indecent territory. " We could end up testing that bed. The thought was there, but he kept that in. Instead, he put the foot down and moved to the other side of the bed and dropped on it, stretching out next to Alex.
"Not bad at all. I have good taste." His eyes drifted to Alex, now next to him. "Not too hard, not to soft."