Illya blinks, blushes and then grins. In that order, and in a very quick succession. They could be here for hours and he’d still blush every time he licked something off her wrist. Instead of licking the new mix, though… he reaches for his wrist with two fingers and spreads the two colors together. The bright red and brown create a very pretty shade of maroon.

“I could get behind this mix. Very appropriate, yes? Strawberries are supposed to be aphrodisiac.”