Damon simply nods in reply. He didn't hear any of the usual crippling disdain he heard back on his homeworld. The tech. The Smart Guy. The bastard that keeps fixing the guns yet we treat him like shit.
He smirked back at her when she asked if he was planning on eating the sandwich. It now rested in the pan and sizzled away in the molten butter. The chocolate was quickly beginning to morph into a gooey flowing mass. "Watch me."
A few seconds later he scooped the sandwich out onto a plate. The golden-brown sides of the bread surrounded the thick syrupy chocolatey insides. He quickly lifted the sandwich out of the pan, and with an almost lustful smirk in his eyes, bit into it.
Oh. My. Fucking. Shit.
His eyes were closed in pure bliss...
Too bad that out of the back of the sandwich, a jet of molten chocolate was ejected and rocketed in Storm's direction...