Byleth yawns and stretches as Dimitri stirs. Reluctant at first to wake. His lover is so warm and soft. Dimitri has such a soothing effect on him. There isn't a moment that he doesn't want to be wrapped in this man's embrace. He whines softly when Dimitri rises, though the mention of food and... oh! Well, he's awake now. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes and sitting up. His hair halfway stuck in the same position it was splayed on the pillow before he pats it down.

"Mmmm. Well I can't say no to that." He relents, getting up and getting himself dressed and ready. "It's surprising for you to want to accompany me for it though." But far from unwelcome. Dimitri's company is always wanted. Once he is prepared, he takes his place at the king's side, taking his hand to hold.