"You're...pop-...you're a popsicle?" Orsino repeated, looking very confused indeed. He slowly turned his head and squinted at Penny, as though trying to reconcile this. Suddenly he was hungry. "S'not funny. I want a popsicle. Hey, I'm warm."
Without much ceremony he grabbed Penny's wrist and brought her hand near to his face, looking at it a few moments before dropping all pretense and licking it. He considered this shortly before telling her, "This isn't very good. Or cold. Or very good."
Her arm still gripped in his hand, Orsino hoisted himself into a sitting position, leaning forward over his legs. Hungry, warm, and now, a bit sleepy. And his tattoos felt itchy. Or myabe it was just his back. Either way, not a combination Orsino liked. "Do you have good ones?"