He turned and headed to the kitchen. "Follow me," he ordered as he walked away.
"Why are you going there?" I asked, running after him. He didn't respond until we reached the kitchen.
He sat down on one of the kitchen stools. "You said you didn't have breakfast; eat."
"No, I can't eat this late. I'll go to bed for now and eat later."
"Are you sure you don't want to eat?"
"I want to eat, but it's late."
"Then eat."
"Should I?"
"You won't be comfortable if you go to bed on an empty stomach."
"You're right, I'll call one of the maids and..." I started to leave, but he stopped me.
"Do not disturb the workers. You can make cereal, have a cup of milk, or something quick and light."
"Oh, you're right, I should do that." I smiled and returned to the kitchen.
I made a warm cup of milk and had it with two slices of bread. After I finished, we went upstairs.
