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Inside was a cake that seemed to be dripping with chocolate. It was a chocolate cake with whipped chocolate icing and only a touch of vanilla around the rim to help accent the flavor. A thick ribbon of dark chocolate went around the side of it and ended in a carved, solid chocolate bow.

"Well, I do hope you'll eat some of it." He leaned over her to look at it, as if to make sure somehow it hadn't gotten damaged for the small amount of time it spent in his drawer. It was indeed fully intact with not even so much as a glob of icing stuck to the side due to his diligence.

"And you ought not to think it's too fancy... it's barely worth the attention of a countess, really, but it was the best I could find on such short notice, I'm afraid, and that I thought had enough taste."

He blinks a few times as if he had not anticipated her suggesting this at all. After all, it was a gift for her, and why would he think of someone sharing their gift? Knowing that she'd prefer him to have some with her and that it would be more polite, he nodded once and opened the chest at the end of his bed, digging around in its depths looking for suitable tableware.

"I'm afraid I wasn't prepared for this, so you must forgive my poor plates and silverware as well as a lack of drink. I hope it will not be too intolerable?" sweatdrop This lack of preperation surely was not the best way to impress her. >_< Damnit.

Finally he dug out two plates that were some off-white color that bordered on beige, and two rather plain forks that looked as if perhaps they had been used a long time ago because of their imperfections. Indeed they had been his parents and he had slowly scoured away the grime and made them as good as new, despite a few little dints and bends that came with hand-made tools. A knife accompanied them, but it was a new once that Sy had bought him a little while ago.

"Would you like to cut the cake or shall I?" It was a bit hard for him to let himself unwind and let down the walls, even when he wanted to. "This company isn't very skilled at serving food, I warn you."

He took his plate with a nod to her and ate it slowly, not to savor the taste, but because it was his manner to take small bites and eat slowly as he was taught in etiquette... although he did find himself giving Filix some sideways looks like he was a shy little boy eating with a girl the first time. As this analogy popped in his head he silently scolded himself and ate a little more quickly so he could speak, as it wasn't exactly polite to talk while in the middle of eating.

@___@ Oh dear god, this was a lot of chocolate. After she left he'd most likely make a mad dash to get a drink of water so that he wouldn't have the sweet taste of the cake lingering in his mouth all blasted day long.

After he had finished he set down his plate and fork and started to plan what he would say as she finished eating. His Kithain often worried that he "overthought things" and only complicated some more simple affairs, but what he could gather from his emotions and what he had gleamed from women, they were a very confusing matter. He had a feeling that Cervus would find him planning everything to say to Filix and what to do like a well-orchestrated battle amusing.

"Counte- er... Filix. I want to apologize if, like you indicated last time, I come off as slightly cold. My father and now I after him have to be calm and collected at all times so that we may never be rash and I fear that this has made it... difficult for me to 'relax and let down my shackles' as my Kithain puts it." He paused, finding himself at a loss of how to explain and apologize, and then started to wonder if he was apologizing foolishly.

Gah! His rational thought was so easily pushed aside with her! His tongue was lax and his mind wandering to more physical urges and desires, and he found himself both ashamed and amazed at these changes. Did all such practiced and learned people fall on their faces so easily at the other sex as he did?

He found himself confused again by her touch, thinking more of how she smelled and how soft her skin was than her words. After a few moments he digested what she had said and decided it was best if he simply passed it off as if he had been thinking about what she had said instead of wondering about her hands.

"You feel badly about making me think I need to relax?" He smiled a little, realizing they would keep apologizing all night at this rate.

He quietly took their plates and forks and set them on top of the chest, itching to do something. With him being idle, it was only worrying more. When his carefully constructed wall against the waves of emotion started to teeter he knew they could break in anger, sadness, and also most likely passion. It wasn't love, because he didn't know her enough to love quite yet... it was just some sort of primal passion that dwelled inside him.