[ The gesture only makes Grell smile. A lopsided sort of grin, positively endeared by his fussing. ]
Ah. How careless of me.
[ If he doesn't like apples, she'll do away with it, then - allow it to roll off her fingertips and onto one of the unoccupied cushions beside them.
With her freed hand, she draws a knuckle beneath his chin - and should William allow it, she will use her leverage to tilt back his head, so that she may lean in and lick what wine remains between his lips. ]
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Ah. How careless of me.
[ If he doesn't like apples, she'll do away with it, then - allow it to roll off her fingertips and onto one of the unoccupied cushions beside them.
With her freed hand, she draws a knuckle beneath his chin - and should William allow it, she will use her leverage to tilt back his head, so that she may lean in and lick what wine remains between his lips. ]