A sober Katie might have objected to sharing or to having to lean in close to share the dessert, but while Katie was far from falling down drunk, she was at least a little bit tipsy and she found she didn't mind.
When the cake arrived, Katie took a bite, her eyes closing briefly as she rolled that rich dessert around on her tongue, a soft hum of approval emanating from her through. Good Merlin, it was good. She had been sure from the description it would be, but that didn't even seem to do the flavor justice.
"I suppose you're not quite as vile as I thought you were," she admitted, a soft smirk on her lips. She was teasing, actually, having quite enjoyed the evening so far. She was going to hate herself later when she realized she'd actually had a good time and wonder what was wrong with her, but she wasn't thinking about that now.