This was his favorite flavor. He remembered eating it with her before. It was her birthday. They had shared a couple bowls. And they had ended up making out, but that couldn't have been helped. It had just.. happened. Not that he had any complaints about that. He smiled back at her, eating for himself now. "See, I had a feeling you might like that again." He was nearly done. It was just so good. But he was clean. Not a drop on his face. And if there was, he had wiped it. Malfoy manners were like that.
"Oh, I'd give it a week. But I hope it's for longer. I'm not a big fan of end times like we've had in this city." Though to be honest, he wouldn't mind it as much if this girl was with him at those times. Made it more bearable. He noticed then that she had a little smudge of vanilla out of her mouth corner. And it was threatening to trail down her chin.
Oh, can't have that. He set his cup aside by the lamp near his bed. "Um.. Amelia, you.. you have something." Deciding to do it himself, he leaned close, his face inches from hers. He brought up a hand softly to her face, brushing his thumb over the drop. And he wasn't sure why, or what it had to do with cleaning that blemish.. but his thumb had also grazed just over that side of her lips, feeling the moist softness of it.