"If you do, I'll pinch you." He demonstrates, hand dropping to her ass for it. "Give me a second to change."

This shirt needs a wash, thanks to the snot. He pulls it off as he walks away toward the bedroom, balling it up so he can sink a basket in his laundry hamper. When he comes back, it's dressed, and he takes the opportunity to move the food out of the way, too. "You want anything? Don't move a muscle, I'll get you whatever you need."