Something was very wrong about this.

Michelle tightened her cloak about her body, a defensive reflex that had paid no mind to the sweltering heat she felt swathed in at the moment. Luke was far too amused, his words far tooominous, his demeanor entirely too mischievous. It struck Michelle that she may very well have made a mistake with her magical candies and she stared, wide eyed, as she considered that perhaps something horribly profane had popped up on that second little heart.

"But later, maybe in a far more," he paused and let the next word roll of his tongue with all sorts of innuendo, "private spot. I can wait on that."

She cast an uncomfortable glance at the tables nearby, hoping that this conversation was not within earshot of anyone else. And then her eyes landed on the little candy under Lukes fingertip as he pushed it towards her. She reached out for it, but paused and drew her hand back into her cloak.

No, she said, keeping her eyes on the candy and speaking with a steadiness that surprised her. I think Ive decided I dont really want to know what that says after all. Really, she didnt. It was better not to compound her embarrassment.

She looked up at him, then, and gave him a tiny wry grin before she extended her hand again and pushed the candy, with her own forefinger, back across the table to him. Although I suspect I need to practice my charmwork before I try that spell again.