Neck kiss. Right. Whoa. Uh. Think about something else. "Cinnamon toast? You can't be serious." Good distraction. That, he couldn't resist trying, so he licked his own arm--the one that had been around her waist and shoulders was definitely getting a dusting. It did taste a bit like cinnamon toast. Now there was a hazard of dating Zel that Duncan had never considered: getting covered in tasty sparkly blue stuff. "...what do you mean 'apparently'? Have you seriously never tried tasting it yourself?"