Heine nibbles at the cake. It taste good which is neither expected or surprising somehow. A few bites in, he pulls back from biting--
"Does it? I can't say it feels like something I'd enjoy." Despite him continuing to eat from her hand. Something almost pulling him toward eating, a warmth generating in his stomach.
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"Does it? I can't say it feels like something I'd enjoy." Despite him continuing to eat from her hand. Something almost pulling him toward eating, a warmth generating in his stomach.
"I much rather-- never mind."