“The cake,” he said. “Do you intend to eat it?” She clasped it to her breast. “Are you asking me for it?” “’Twould be a pity for it to go to waste.” She narrowed her gaze on him. “Are you deprived of treats, Duke?” The question wrought an instant change. “Yes.” His voice was suddenly low and dark. “Christ, yes. I’ve had a lifetime of treat deprivation.”
