"And, if I recall, you seemed to like it. Encourage it at times." The crone looked over at him before laughing softly. "I'm thankful you didn't send a 'thank you' card. That would have been very inappropriate. Though flowers or candy are always appreciated." She shifted a little on the bench, turning to face him and resting her hand on his thigh.
"I believe I remember her name, her house. She has this very large bed, four poster. You could climb about on it while you have your way with her. Though you would need to watch the claws. She doesn't have my resilience I'm afraid." She patted his thigh before looking at the basket.
"Well, you can eat if you'd like." She knew how loaded that statement was. "Or you can wait, just smell the goodies waiting for you. Tempt yourself with it, when you know all you have to do is reach out and grab it." Her nails pressed into him as she squeezed his thigh, as if to emphasize what she was saying. She could very well be talking about the basket of food, but then she could be talking about a repeat performance of their last meeting with a few less beakers to break.
"Wonder how long you could last before you had to have a bite."