( again, there's that confusion that touches his face, pulling the black turtleneck down over his shoulders. )

I thought we were eating.

( he says that matter of fact, eyeing the other man there on the bed as he reaches for his pants then, pulling them on over the tight black boxer-briefs he'd worn here last night. )

Or did you think I was going to eat naked?

( maybe he did? who's to say. he's not against the idea, just. it's the afternoon now, more or less, and in the odd event that dick suddenly gets random company? last thing anyone needs to see is the two of them lounging around naked, eating their... brunch? yeah, it's definitely brunch now. )

Unless answering the door in nothing at all is how you give your tips around here.

( he's teasing. obviously. even if his tone is dry as he says it while doing up the button there on his pants. )