He was a little disappointed to have his plot to scare the hell out of Trelawny crushed, but the ice cream was helping. If he was pouting he couldn't very well have his fun with Daphne and his ice cream plot was more fun then the Trelawny plot...besides, he had time to get the old bat. That'd teach her for always pointing him out in class. If one thought about it, it was actually quite traumatizing having one tell you constantly that you were going to die. It was a wonder he didn't just throw in the towel and tell Voldie to come and get him ... alright, that was pushing it but this was Trelawny they were talking about.
"Or we could just have sex and not depress ourselves with the thought that we might not empty the jar." He responded, somewhat distractedly as he eyed her. He would have then moved to licking ice cream from her shoulder but there was a certain material covering that portion of her arm, which was rather tragic if one asked him. Instead, he took the small bit of ice cream and trailed it over her neck, his tongue and lips following the path he'd made once his hand was out of the way.
"I guess his name is Rumpelstiltskin, then." he grinned, with a small shrug. "I'm just gonna call him Rumpel for short. I think that might be easier."