[There's a quick snort of a laugh and Dick rolls his eyes. Leave it to Bruce to have his mind take that pathway when Dick hadn't quite meant that at all. He wiggles his fingers lightly and presses his head into the firm chest in front of him shaking it.]

While your physique and chest are rather outstanding, and I'm extremely partial to them. I merely meant that the situation of you finally having your shirt off was perfect, as opposed to being covered. It was used in the colloquial sense if you will.

[Lifting his head, Dick pushes at those dark strands of embarrassed hair, and smiles at the face that had wondered if he was perfection. Dick now begins to think about it more, and lets his hand wander up and across Bruce's chest, tracing the lines of definition, and encircling nipples, thumbs sliding across the peaks briefly. A small sly smile sits on Dick's lips as he enjoys the touching -- all the way up and around the thickness of shoulders and outward until he frees Bruce and lands his hands back at the bat's trim waist.]

I have thought about the food, but I wonder what state I'll find you in when I return. Are you even hungry?