He breathes heavily, inhaling through his nose then releasing the gulp from his mouth. The warm air crashes into the junction of her shoulder connected to her neck. He intentionally brushes his cheek against her left ear, sending a shiver down her spine from the stubble that lightly scratches the delicate shell.
With another gulp, he murmurs, "I like tomato soup."
He disappears in a second, not disturbing the pungent air in the kitchen as he ups and leaves as easily and stealthily as he had arrived.
And she has to wonder why he'd gone to such lengths to tell her something she already knew.