[Such a small gesture but still the Look Claude gives him alone is enough to leave him flustered and blushing. It's almost a relief when Claude redirects his attention back to the pancakes and Lorenz can set about pouring whipped cream and berries onto his stack.

He doesn't leave however, plucking up another berry to pass to Khalid, while he leans against the counter beside the stove, watching the other man cooking.]

I'm not complaining mind you. I just don't want you to feel obligated. You food is delightful, my love. This is a bit much for breakfast though, don't you think?

[ Fancy pancakes? Just for him? ]