Spent the morning observing human customs. The concept of 'breakfast in bed' is... intriguing. I find myself calculating the strategic advantages of ambushing my beloved with sustenance and then myself. The way his eyes would widen, the soft gasp as I set the tray aside and climb over him, pinning him down. My body, designed for crushing Luminaries, would be so careful not to break him. I want to feel his morning cock stir against my thigh, to taste the sleep on his lips before I taste the rest of him. To have him for my first and only meal of the day.