Damien mused at great length with his hands cupped around the glass, the texture of the liquid almost transferring through the glass and prickling his palms.  He was lost to his thoughts, his eyes registering almost blankly against the drink; only rousing once a shadow crossed against him and he raised his eyes into a welcoming smile as Alyth slipped next to him and replaced the emptiness of his pie dish with one of her creations from the backroom; his nostrils arched softly and his eyes flickered, the scent was something that caused a pang in the deeper pleasurable sensations of his mind; “That sounds perfect.” he smiled as he watched her as she turned away.<br/><br/>Damien raised his spoon to the surface of the sweet promise, and then paused for a moment, something had attracted his attention, almost as though a whispered word on the breeze; he glanced down at his jacket pocket before pulling his gaze away, almost annoyed at whatever exchange had just occurred; but all this was lost the moment that first taste touched his lips<br/><br/>…his eyes flickered; he took in a deep breath of air, drawing the sweetness of its scent to bind about the pleasing melt of texture and taste that availed his senses, the flicker of his eyes fell to near closing when his tongue tingled against the mosaic of sensations…