[And now he grins, effectively fighting off laughter.]
Not that, either. Though it should.
[At least he doesn't claim it's delicious, even if he's thinking it. What's the point in arguing when she's doing such a good job entertaining him. It's true that it's best left to imagination, too, by the way he tilts his head and narrows his eyes softly, lips curling at the corners.]
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Not that, either. Though it should.
[At least he doesn't claim it's delicious, even if he's thinking it. What's the point in arguing when she's doing such a good job entertaining him. It's true that it's best left to imagination, too, by the way he tilts his head and narrows his eyes softly, lips curling at the corners.]
Are they as nice as my hands?