It did things to Damon, watching his slave crawl across the covers, toward him. It was an innocent act, that of a young girl, coming to claim a treat, but that didn't negate it's effect. He popped the top off of the chocolate ice cream container, and picked up a spoon, sinking it into the surface.
"I told you I would, didn't I?" he asked, although he knew that what he said, and what he did, were often two very different things. The ice cream curled up on the spoon, and he held it out toward her.
"What do you say?" he asked, keeping it just out of reach.