"Oh my God, really?" Damon said, in a shocked voice. He laughed, leaning back down to lap at the centre of the spatter. He pulled back, licking it off of his lips.
"Ice cream is cold. Imagine that."
He knew he was being a bit of a bastard, but it was payback for the silent treatment. Bracing himself on his elbow, Damon took the hard peak of one nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently.