"Well, if you're going to be logical about it, I guess that would be better," he agreed diplomatically. Also less likely of sending to him to the hospital. He felt maybe he should listen to Stephanie on that one.

He snagged a fluffy towel and wiped himself down. Satisfied he was dried enough, he dropped the towel to the floor and headed out of the bathroom to get some clothes on. "So, that rules out vegetarian. Hmm. Wolfgang Puck’s CUT is here at the Palazzo. It's a steakhouse, so it would cover your non-me meat quota."