"Dude, I told you I was going to get French Toast, I promised you a reward for your fucking behavior, I'm getting you French Toast."

He hooks his foot behind the door to make it close softly. Not that he cares about waking any neighbors, just because. Because.

"And I kinda need to eat as well, you know. I don't live on fairy dust and orgasms." Bach points at the coffee table. "Only table I have and I don't think I have clean forks and stuff, so I hope you're okay with using your hands. Well I know you are, but with food."