Minsu looks up when the witch starts to choke and cough, offering an awkward pat on the back that turns to rubbing before he realizes it. He withdraws when Sage is able to breathe (and speak) again, but he still feels a happy tingle from the contact.

"Okay." His quick acceptance and the bright smile that comes with it are evidence that "both" would've been his choice, if he hadn't been too worried about pressuring Sage and his own greed to suggest it. The sudden curse surprises him, but then he looks down at the ice cream on his hand, eyes wide and dark as Sage licks it from his own skin. It would be easy, even in the sunlight, to imagine Sage licking him off of his fingers instead, tongue sweeping across his stomach-

"Oh - yeah." He's a messy eater, that something he's learned to sacrifice a little food space for. Minsu's face is still burning as he pulls a napkin out, reaching over to rub at Sage's hand with it.

"...I like your fingers."