The way that he inhales a little deeper, the way his eyes darken slightly when her tongue grazes over that stray honey and errant juice - is enough to tell her that he greatly appreciates her...practicality.

"Quite a mess."

He takes a bite of the tart, chewing - and getting the crumbs of the pastry, along with an errant drip of juice that runs down from the corner of his mouth everywhere.

"As am I."

He does NOT wipe it off. Purposefully? Who's to say.