“Will you be hand feeding me as well then?” Ivy asked. Silas arched an eyebrow. She had no idea how appealing the idea actually was. “I get the feeling you’d find such an act infantilizing,” he said, voice strangely rough. “But know, if you don’t eat until you’re satisfied, I’m not above playing ‘here comes the airplane’ with your spoon.” Ivy’s laugh reverberated through his chest. “I’m tempted just to call your bluff,” she said. “But I’d rather not suffer the humiliation.” “It wasn’t a bluff,” he said, allowing his fingers to get caught in the ends of her hair.
