Jaime groaned, "Don't remind my stomach of food. Then I'll have to leave this bed." Between the club, the shock of finding a stranger next to him, and the subsequent rounds of sex (which definitely got him over that shock), the fact that he hadn't had a proper meal since about noontime the previous day had been forgotten. Now he was starting to feel hungry just thinking about a warm breakfast.

He shifted along with Dean, turning so his back was toward him. The scarab, now a flat form on his back, hummed with a glowing warmth against Dean's chest.