[Dick makes a face of shock in response to Bruce's request. It doesn't matter that Bruce can probably feel the way his digestive system is protesting lack of food. It's not like either of them most likely have mega metabolisms due to the heavy constraints they put on their bodies day in and day out. Neither of them probably eat as much as they should for how much they work out. Still. ]

What you want food again already? You think we'd done something strenuous. You know, like have sex. That doesn't make you hungry.

[Except it's one of those strange things that leaves a person famished for no truly logical reason. Dick smiles and hums softly at the touch, yes there are ghosts, far too many of them to think of right now--. Contented by touch and the surrounding warmth of Bruce, Dick lifts his head and blinks down at the other male.]

I suppose I can move myself and my pent up energy, which you will get more of later in other forms and order food. We had Chinese earlier, do you want pasta or breakfast food like omelets now?

[Time is so irrelevant when it comes to food, breakfast and dinner can all be eaten at the same time always, because when one works at all hours, who cares what they eat when. With a small groan, Dick rolls off of Bruce, but still stays at his side, connected, leg over leg, unwilling to let go completely just yet. ]