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Freya's self-assured little smirk slowly melted off of her face. It lifted for a brief second when he mentioned the foxfires, but gone just as quick. She was well aware of his real issue. It was flattering, to say the least.

"Well. It is my faults. Just. Not purposefully." She slumped down a little, pouting as her hands slipped away. "If yeh wants, I'll sit on the other side of the booth. I don't know what the boils feels like when they wants to be intimates, so if yeh don't likes it, just tell me and I'll go."

It was, exactly, the things she had mentioned earlier. And she did not seem very shy about it. "I don't knows how to explain without just - well, I mean, yehr not the type of boils who wants to - ach, not that I wouldn't -"

Speech was becoming an issue.

She slumped in her seat, took her menu, unfolded it, and put it on her head.

"If I makes yeh feel bad just be honests, and I'll go."

Freya peeked at him when he bent in to look at her under the menu, and the faintest hint of a smile kissed at the corner of her lips.

"Stop feelings so sorry. I keep telling yeh, yeh did nothings wrong. It's really natural, it's just.. well I wasn't helping. I guess maybe I-" Was she really about to admit this? "-I likes making yeh feel like that, a little bit. Means yeh likes me. Means I'm not so stupid for how I feels. That's probably not very nice." She pulled the menu down further to hide her face and chuckled. "But it's the truths."

The menu came back up when he asked for the secret, and she bit the tip of her tongue while grinning, trying not to laugh. "No, I don't thinks so - I was just maybe having too much funs making yeh feel funny for me." Of course, that wasn't what she was going to say - but it was the point of saying it.

She dropped the menu and smacked it against his chest. "Stop teasing Freya and eats yehr lobsters now!" Him teasing HER? Yeah, that's what was happening. Sure.

"Oh, Freya should gets a prize all right." She mumbled under her breath, unable to contain the pun that had to be made or else she would burst from containing it. Thankfully, before anything further could be said, Herryk CRUSHED A LOBSTER CLAW IN HIS HANDS WHAT. She bolted upright, stared at the mess, and let out a few barks of laughter before picking up the napkin and cleaning his hand off.

"Ohhh, oh yehr gonna be the end of me, baby boil. This is definitely not the way you opens up a lobster. Yeh watch now, and no more crushing lobsters in yehr hand." She let out one final giggle, before picking up a claw, breaking it in half, and showing him the meat that stuck out of one side, jiggling.

"This is the parts yeh eats, okay? Yeh gets it carefully, and then-"

She put it in her mouth and sucked the meat out. Honestly, she wasn't doing it on purpose this time.

It was strange, how the roles had suddenly been reversed. Freya was, for the first time in this entire venture, unaware of what she was doing. And from the look on Herryk's face, he finally was. It was kind of hilarious, in a way.

"Ja, look." She turned the claw around and showed him how empty it was. "It comes right out if yehr very careful. But no crushings. Here, I break one for yeh. Okay?"

She broke off one of the longer legs. "Legs are the trickier, because the meats don't like to come out so easy as the claw. There's less, so is sticky in there. Sometimes yeh ends up making a mess trying to get it all out."

She cracked the leg in half, and the meat didn't wiggle out like it had with the claw. "Yeh see? Pain in the a**, legs. Gotta suck harder with them."

Oh. Dear.

"That's what I was-"

Freya's voice went an entire octave higher before it was cut off, when she felt his hand on her dress. There was absolutely no way to take that other than it's intention, and Freya was not even close to innocent enough to ignore it. She stared at his hand for a moment, before looking up at the boil. And that face.

Oops.

"Oh, ********." Freya slapped her hand on her cheek. "I dids it. I finally dids it. I took a perfectly good, decent boil, and I turns him into .. well, into a regular boil. I finally founds one that did not wants to jump into the pants, and what do I does? I makes him wants to jump into the pants." Who was she talking to? Mostly herself.

"Ach, Freya. Yeh went and did it now." She looked up at Herryk, clearly saddened that she had gone and corrupted him - for all of a minute.

"Oh well." Guilt fluttered away in the span of a heartbeat as she threw the lobster leg over her shoulder, shrugged heavily, and reached out to put her arms around Herryk's neck. "I guess there's no point in sparings yeh now."

She supposed somewhere, deep down, she'd expected him to pull away. She expected to be embarrassed, and let down, and altogether just sad. Instead, somehow, Herryk's arms were around her waist, and his head was dipping into her neck, and everything felt so good. Just right. Almost too right - since they were in a restaurant. A public place. And Herryk made her forget that, for just a moment.

She always wanted to feel this nice.

"Okay. Okay." She snickered, pulling her head away and resting her forehead against his. "I think this will works out very well. But yeh should probably save the bitings until we get back to the dorms."

She reached up and brushed her thumb against his lip, watching it. He was willing, but so innocent. Inexperienced. She was determined to do this right.

"And I tells yeh whats, when yehr with a ghoul, and yeh feel likes this, it's customary to starts her off like.." She leaned in to close the inch of distance between him, and whispered the last word against his lips . "This." They pressed down gently, pursing once they felt comfortable.

Was she using this sudden teaching lesson as an excuse to kiss him? Damn right she was. The only problem she had left was that clenching pain in her heart that clutched as soon as their lips met. She was trying, so very hard, to just have fun with this. To not set herself up for heartbreak. Just have fun. And it was.

But somewhere, deep down where she couldn't control it, a little dangerous seed planted itself in her heart and took root. Stubborn as a weed, and twice as unwanted..

"Yeh.. uhm.." Freya cleared her throat, and tried again. "Yeh already do. But. Yes, Freya will tell yeh what to do."

And suddenly, everything came into sharp focus, and Freya turned around before the waiter could run off, grabbing his wrist with a slightly panicked look.

"We'll take all of these t' go."

Now, Freya was a very physical person. But when someone you are attracted to is squeezing your thigh, being touchy feely becomes an entirely different monster. She turned back to eye him with an arched brow, her lips pursed in amusement.

"Ach, not that softs. Freya can still takes yeh in a fight if she has to, she's hard where it counts." She punched his shoulder lightly, which did not help her case at all, and then threaded her fingers through his own and pulled his hands away. She folded them into his own lap - well, at least to the side.

"Now yeh will be good, until we get backs to the dorms. Then yeh can touch Freya all yeh wants - oh, yeh wanted a walk." Her lip turned down as she thought about it. The answer was.. pretty obvious. "Yeh take me on a walk some other time, ja?"