He chuckled, throat bobbing with the laugh and under her attention.

"I'm not sayin' I'm fat, but I don't think that table would've held me."

And he didn't feel like taking the chance to find out.

Giving her a sly grin, he teased fingertips along the edges of her towel.

"I do recall there bein' a mention of round-two earlier."

And with breakfast eaten, he was up for it (literally).