You have as much of that as you want, babe. I'll finish what you can't eat.

[He's after that steak, himself, and sits himself right down and grabs a fork and knife to start carving it up. It smells incredible, he just can't get over that. This kitchen does shit just right.

And when he finally has a bite, he practically melts in his chair with satisfaction.]

Bliss. Fuckin' bliss. Icing on the cake. What a night.