He slants a sidelong look at her, both amused and, in some not-so-obscure part of him, mildly dismayed. There are rules, learned from his Grandpappy, and he's fairly sure letting her buy breakfast is entirely against them.

He's also sure that if she has her heart set on buying breakfast, he'd be all kinds of a fool to protest. He has noticed that his boxers, and hers, are nowhere to be found.

"I surely have no objections to spending more time here with you." There. That's fair enough, and decidedly true enough.