Chess accepts graciously, taking the meat happily, and sucking the fingers as she pulled back.  The half-drow didn't mind the burn at all; it wasn't<em>that</em>potent after all.  Well, not by what she had in the past anyway.  She leans in for a kiss after that, then offers up some food of her own, whatever the sweetest thing on the plate happened to be, possibly more of the grapes.<br/><br/>Though all of this playing was starting to make her feel like playing some more...