“I thought I would cook breakfast … but then Rafael … ” She ducked her head. “Should you go down, before it gets cold?”
“Only if you join me — Rafael has a habit of making enough to feed an army, and I should like to share it with you.” He stretched once more and held out his hand. “Please?”
Mischievously, she dropped a little curtsey and put her hand in his. “Of course, my lord.”