[At first, he's glad that she's taking his offer, as she reaches out. What surprises him is when she grabs his wrist instead of taking the wrap in his hand, and his eyes widen.

It's almost as if it happens in slow-mo, the hair being tucked, his wrist getting tugged forward. A heat shoots through him, his jaw dropping as her eyes momentarily meet his own as she holds the food in her mouth, and he knows his cheeks are lighting up as they flush, pink coloring his face. He can feel himself rise in his pants, still staring at her mouth as she chews the wrap. He hangs there for a moment, before sighing and putting the wrap back down on the plate that it came on, his head meeting his hand.]

Lumine...

[He pauses, because what does he even say to that.]

You know, as much as I thought that perhaps my end would come at the hands of an ancient god...I suspect it's going to be because of you.

[She did call it last week, didn't she.]