Yes, Barty was on a food kink, and they were in a fully stocked kitchen - fully enough for the day, and that food was getting used up, not necessarily eaten. Well, Barty was sure Evan would make them eat at some point. He wasn't concerned about when though. His fingers curved, right from the start to find that spot. He usually waited, but Barty didn't want to be overly predictable. His teeth scraped down Evan's neck as he continued, leaning over to pick up a half a strawberry from the counter. Holding it partly in his mouth, he smeared it up Evan and held it out against those pretty lips, rubbing it back and forth.