[ Grelle giggles with excitement, once he’s opening the door - but before she enters, she brushes a thumb over his cheek, and under his chin. ]

Such a gentleman. I love this look on you.

[ Biting at her lip once more, she allows herself in. She follows him to the kitchen, but shamelessly takes in the detail of his flat as they go. ]

Coffee, hm? I suppose I should be able to manage that. [ A glance over, to meet his eyes. ] If it’s a bit sour, I’m certain that we can cleanse your palate with something a bit sweeter, anyway. Like the cake, of course.