Watching her drop grapes into her mouth was far more interesting that it ought to have been. For some reason, Coufeyrac could not tear his eyes from her mouth. He was momentarily fixated, and he briefly wondered what it would be like to kiss her. She probably tasted incredible thanks to all the fruit from the District.

If he didn't stop thinking about it, he would surely drive himself mad thinking about her mouth.

"Do you not trust me to care for myself?" For the shortest of seconds he pouted, though the expression faded to a sly smirk just as the last of the words left his lips. "Or is this another aspect of this cursed game?"