Morgan munched on his food happily while humming in softly. "This is really good, Caesar."
"Thank you." I looked back and forth between them perplexed. Were they not going to acknowledge what happened? "Do you like it, Harrison?"
I glanced down at my untouched food and stabbed some with my fork. I ate it and nodded. "It's good." Caesar’s lips twitched up as he focused on his own plate.
The rest of dinner was considerably quiet. After, I helped Morgan clear off the table and Caesar rinsed the dishes.
"Come here, Morgan." Morgan stepped away from me and went over to Caesar obediently. "Take your shirt off." He didn't even question it before lifting his shirt over his head.
Caesar spread some cream on his hands before rubbing it into Morgan's back. "Turn around and show me your wris
