[ His lips brush Adar's brow, fond with good favour. The room around them is toasty and so is he, embracing him with a thumb brushing back and forth over that cheek. ]

If you wish for food you can better stomach, I will have it brought up too.

[ Like spoiling his favourite pet, he wants to give him everything. Adar is, after all, his key to getting what he wants. ]

Fresh bread, my love? You ate only broth at dinner, in truth. I saw.