Voss stood beside her with the patient air of someone pretending he was only there in case she dropped something.
She handed him a lollipop without looking.
"For you."
"I don't eat these."
"You do now."
Voss took it anyway "very well."
She frowned up at him "you sound like you're accepting an execution."
He bent slightly, eyes warm in that unreadable wolf way of his. "I was trying not to laugh."
"Rude." She reached back, plucked the lollipop straight out of his hand, unwrapped it, and without hesitation licked it, then she pressed it back into his palm.
"There," she said, "now it's mine to yours it's better."
Marx, from the side, scowled immediately. "Can you do that for me too?"
Voss didn't even look at him, the growl came low, immediate, and absolute.
"No."
Marx rolled his eyes. "You're all.."
Lucan stepped closer, he didn't interrupt nor did he speak.
