"Of course," he murmured, feeling his insides warmer as his mind promptly finished her thought-- or what it was before she cut it short. "Ought to keep something sweet for dessert, after all."

Dropping a quick and light kiss to her back, he dropped his hand, pulling away before he got aroused again himself. Not likely, true. But still. "Whipped cream. That's the white thing, yes? Is it nice too?"