"Well, hope the wind keeps blowin' this way 'cause I like this color on you best."

His palm briefly cups the back of her head, and he wishes longingly that he could kiss her. He's riddled with germs, though, and instead he lets his hand fall, sweeping the backs of his fingers against her jaw along the way.

With a chuckle, he tilts his head to the side and takes a gander at her current outfit.

"I think you have far more interesting things to offer than just a look at your breakfast. But nothin' against breakfast, of course."