[Hector hums at Myr's description. He's heard of sweet baked tarts with cheese in them, so a cake isn't too far of a stretch for him.]
You like it? [He's pleased, and it shows on his face and in his voice. For so long, he was rejected and alone. Making people happy isn't something he ever imagined he could do, and when he manages it, it's always a victorious moment.]
I could feed it to you... [Hector offers, a little uncertain if Myr will want it, but also distracted by the sight of that tongue licking at his fingers. Those could be Hector's fingers there, if Myr wanted. If they're feeling...faunish.]
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You like it? [He's pleased, and it shows on his face and in his voice. For so long, he was rejected and alone. Making people happy isn't something he ever imagined he could do, and when he manages it, it's always a victorious moment.]
I could feed it to you... [Hector offers, a little uncertain if Myr will want it, but also distracted by the sight of that tongue licking at his fingers. Those could be Hector's fingers there, if Myr wanted. If they're feeling...faunish.]