"No, I'm going to look," Rhys insisted, grinning again. He'd just watched the entire show of preparing it, after all, and Morrigan was dead amusing. At all times. He turned the whole concoction around before taking a messy drippy bite. Somehow, miraculously, he got no chocolate on his nicely pressed dress shirt, although Morrigan got a sticky smile.

"Yum. You're a good cook. I'd like to see you in a kitchen, actually." She'd be the type to add cornflakes to a dish for texture.