Oh, she saw it, matched it, and sent it right back at him. "Ice cream first. Then we'll talk." 'Talk', of course, meant a few things that only occasionally involved actual talking. Though Claire would freely admit how hot he could make her with a few gruff whispered words. But only to him.
While he doled out the dessert, Claire pulled the ponytail holder out of her hair and primped through it with her fingers. "So should I ask what went down or can I probably guess..."