Cecilia Adler took the food out of the container and arranged the pastries on a plate. "Mom bought these especially for you. Have a taste."
Ian Quincy glanced at them. "I don't care for them. You have them."
Cecilia Adler picked up a mung bean cake and took a bite. It was sweet and soft. She held it up to his mouth. "It's delicious, really. Just try it, Ian~~" She drew out his name, shaking his arm coquettishly.
Listening to her soft, gentle voice and looking at the half-eaten pastry in her hand, Ian Quincy's mouth went dry. "Later, I was thinking... um... we could go back to the room and do a little something."
Cecilia Adler was stunned. Her hand went slack, and the pastry dropped onto the table. She blurted out, "Aren't you tired? Won't you hurt yourself? It's like... an object. If you use it too much, it breaks."
Ian Quincy: "..." 'Who's broken?!'
His expression darkened.
