"It seems plausible," she chuckled. "You also seem to feel the need to retrace ground you've already covered. Ad infinitum." The choice about food had already been made. The tenth bite would be no different from the first. Robin felt a burst of sudden, playful mischief. She caught Marco's eye, letting lust and desire mingle in her expression, then ran her tongue along the bottom of the fork to make it stand up before clamping down over the food on the tip with only the faintest flash of teeth. A part of her wanted to wilt in shame at such an embarrassingly strange display. Another part only wished it could be considered the most shameful thing she'd ever done. She never broke eye contact.