He's got a fair point. If there's a way for her to tease him, she will. It's just too easy, and far too fun. She misses having friends she can give shit to. Which is kind of weird, because she went without that entirely for the longest time. She should be better than this.

She licks her wrist, a far more indulgent lick that Illya's, dragging her bottom lip against the swath of paint. He's right. It's really good. Far better than she'd been expecting. "That's surprisingly good. Fruit flavoured things don't usually taste that great, all artificial." She scans the jars, then quickly grabs a stick, dips it, swipes her wrist, and then his. In both cases, it's right up against the strawberry that's still left on them.

Once she throws the stick away, she reaches out for Illya's arm, and licks him first. It's tentative at first, then she smiles and takes a much more enthusiastic taste. "Chocolate strawberry. That is good. I'd eat this on actual strawberries."