"And there's chocolate sauce for later, too." Dave said, the corners of his lips quirking up as he watched Dylan begin to eat, watching Dylan lick away that stray bit of frosting and shifting in his seat just slightly. But he looked down at his cake, poking at it with his fork and letting his eyes lose their focus for a moment. Across the city, Marijuana looked up and it was with a sad sigh that the Drug focused on his employee, playing up the munchie aspect of himself within Dave. Dave's eyes regain their focused, gained a touch of lazy hunger and he took a medium-sized bite of his own cake.
"Mm, well, it just takes the proper inspiration. Like my boyfriend's birthday." Dave smiled affectionately, happily, and leaned forward to lick the icing off Dylan's finger slowly, looking coyly up at Dylan as he leaned back, Dylan's finger now clean of frosting. "I'm glad you like it."