"Jealousy is an ugly colour on you, princess," Asuma teased, and waited a beat to see if he'd tripped over another daddy endearment. A delicate smile played around Natsumi's face for a moment, sharpening the wings of her cheekbones--then she dropped his muffin.

"Hey--!" He stooped fast and caught it before it smacked off the carpet, lifting his head to laugh up at her. From this angle, the tight fit of her chestplate was doing magnificent things for the curvature of his view... "See? Touchy. A guy could get the wrong impression if you go flinging his bakery goods around."

He straightened up, stealing the paper coffee cup still held out towards him, and beamed at her. "'course, if bakery goods become a common theme of this mission, all will be forgiven. Particularly if they come with anymore backwards compliments." Coffee held in his left hand, muffin caught between his wrist and breastplate, he reached out with his right, tweaked her bangs, and slipped away before she could catch him with a kunai, heading for the doors.

"Coming, princess?"