[He's so intent. She can match the same thing. For every moment that he's eyeing her, she's giving him much the same, as if wordlessly they can combat for something that neither of them likely has reason for doing so. (Or much to gain, admittedly.)

Ah right. He's asked her a question.]

I don't find it unpleasant. [She finally replies with the same impish curve in her mouth.] It's rich and vibrant. Like everything else here, it seems. But I'm not an expert in sweets. Only a woman with a particular tongue and difficult to please.