Olivia's smile faltered, her instincts screaming that his agreement was a prelude to a new game. But efore she could dwell on it, Kafka's voice turned playful, his tone deceptively innocent as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear.
"Hey, Mom." He said, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "What's your favorite food? Like, the one thing you love eating most in the world, your ultimate comfort food. What gets you all excited?"
Olivia hesitated, her brow furrowing as she sensed a trap, the question too simple, too normal in the 'eventful' atmosphere.
"Why...why do you wanna know?" She asked, her voice tinged with suspicion, her eyes searching his for a hint of his intentions.
But his gaze was open, his smile encouraging, and the warmth of his thigh beneath her, the memory of his care with the feast, softened her defenses.
"Well...I guess it's sausages." She admitted, her voice shy but honest, a flush creeping up her cheeks. "That's what I love most."
