[He enjoys the moment for a bit before sliding over to the edge of the bed, rolling his shoulders and grunting at the cold floor. Staying in the bed was a lot more tempting but food.]

You are but as I said before, don't push yourself. So I've got it, ok? Make sure it's hell of a lot better than field rations.

[Looking back with a small smirk, he shrugs.]

Eh well I love you so you get to deal with it. Sorry not sorry. At least it's approved of.