Ahahhaa I think he's actually holding a 'spoon' in this icon!
His arms collapsed around her, his fingers running lines up her arms, down and back up again. "No I won't," he said against her ear, kissing her on the neck before nesting his chin in the crook of it.
"Hmmmm. I don't think Lust would like my face blown off. I don't think I'd like my face blown off." It was the first time he really talked about Lust in that fashion...like how she was...mother, lover, sister. All those three in one package. His Lust. "Don't shoot below the belt either, that doesn't go over well," he whined. "I'm not a good cook, but I can spell!"