He knew it was going to be something disdainful at best when she turned away. From the way she appeared briefly before, it almost seemed like she was expecting him to react poorly. That too spoke volumes about what was truly happening here. And for the briefest of moments, that pain in the next was all too real again. Completely in his head, but no less vivid.

And yet he still couldn't have expected the answer. Not entirely. For all the mystery and ill intent dripping about this place, for it to be entirely sexual in nature was...somehow the most infuriating thing about this all.

He set the fork down entirely, fending off his stomach and relying on distrust and paranoia as he gripped at his neck and glared a hole into her head. He wanted to know if she was lying, or if she was just as much a part of all this. It all came back to the fact that she was running some damned cake shop in the middle of all this.

Sighing, he turned back to the cake, looking down at the slice impaled upon his fork. "And here you are, despite it, running a cake shop of all things." There was a tone in his voice. Blatantly accusatory. Suspicious. Before he took the fork again and brought the piece to his lips. If she was innocent, then this was a harmless cake and she was just a fool. And if she was wicked.

Well, the threat was there but unspoken, and his sword was right by his side. She would have to react, wouldn't she?