He uses his napkin to dab away the crumbs from his mouth, thoroughly stuffed with good food, and he places it down on the table. Stretching a moment in his chair, he sighs a sigh of momentary contentment. "Yes, I'd love that," he agrees, laughing as he stands up from his seat. "Any kind. As long as you're waiting with it." He leans down to kiss Michael on the mouth.