ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

An unnamed emotion zings through his tummy at the order, and he glances over at her as if questioning her authority. It's only after he's picked up his fork to bring a bean to his lips that he realizes the further implications of such a simple thing. He gets through half of them before pushing the plate away and reaching for the wine glass again, stuffed as he leans back against the couch and away from the tray to take a sip. He doesn't say anything, merely watches her while he drains the rest of the cup.