It means a lot of things. Of course, though, why would he actually eat her in a literal way? No, no, certainly not. Probably. Maybe. Although sometimes he found himself fighting the urge to just sink his teeth right into her. Nibble her up. Even now she makes his jaw ache.

But that's ridiculous. Just a silly instinct to be ignored, no matter how unbearable it is.

He grins, flattered as he shakes his head. "Such fantasies, my God. It's touching, baby, as much as it is inappropriate to think such thoughts about your father. Tsk." Chuckling, he rests his cheek against the top of her head. "I'm glad that you did what you did. No matter the cause, the important part is that it happened, and continues to happen. This...ah." A sigh heaves from him. "I can't articulate it, Salome. My girl."

So strange, to have her as a lover, to be whisking her off to a beach where their relationship needn't be completely hidden. Every second off it is beautiful, something to be savored completely. The power aspect to all of it is undeniable as it is desirable, but beyond that, there's the simple fact that she is something outside his greatest imagination. It makes sense, he supposes. Because, yes, Salome never wanted for physical affection when it came to her father, and one thing bleeds into another.

Laughing, Richard glances at the nearest roadsigns and nods. "I suppose we can do that. I'm starving, myself, you do a good job of stirring a man's appetite. I think there's a steakhouse somewhere around here." He lifts up the armrest and whips out a map, spreading it out on the dashboard as best he can with one hand. Eyes flickering across the paths, to the roadsigns before them, and back to the map, he tucks it away and takes the next exit ramp. "Can you go five minutes without starving to death, babydoll?"

Yes, yes. This place should do just fine when it comes to embarrassing her with cake and singing. Just as planned.