[ he arches his brow, evidently amused. ] Really? [ he smiles. ] Might want to try a few different cake flavours first before you set your heart on this one, Raven.

[ and he lifts his hand to rub his fingers against the side of his nose, smearing and collecting some batter over his cheek and on his fingers. instead of wiping them off on his jeans, he simply licks them. it's almost a habit now: make a cake and eat what's left in the bowl, uncaring if it's on his face, wrists, or the whisk. but he cares it's on her face, and there's the temptation to wipe at her cheek to smear it along it to the corner of her lip and down her neck. ]

[ glancing down for a brief moment, he tilts his head to the side. ] Come on. [ he nudges her hip with the hand that lingers there. ] I can't pull this off like you.