He pulls a hurt face and rubs the poked bit of chest. 'Ow. And - no you don't. I'm willing to lay money on the fact that you don't.'

He can't seem to stop grinning today, at all. Strange that.

Still, the fruit is eyed. 'I didn't realise I was teasing you baby.' A finger is dipped in fruit juice and trailed along his collarbone. Then lazily licked clean. 'Mmmm. s'good. Not that you need seasoning, you taste pretty damn good on your own.'