Honestly, trying to justify not wanting to do it would have only given her more ammunition against him and he’s aware of that. {lus it’s not like the thought of licking her wrist was unpleasant to him, but it’s not like he’s made his attraction to her a secret.

He applies the strawberry one in his own wrist after he’s done with hers, and then reaches to lick it on his own skin. His tongue only peeks out, being careful with how he licks this edible paint like he is with everything else. Bright red, a color that he can appreciate even if the idea that it looks like blood doesn’t even cross his mind.

The fact that the taste is definitely pleasant also helps. He glances at her with a questioning look when he’s done.

“So?”