"Be careful." He took a cup of cream without breaking eye contact, stirred the cream then smiled faintly.
"If you want cream, you don't need to snatch or steal it from me. I'm not stingy."
Ain spoke while holding out a spoonful of cream, from that close distance Zannie could see the temperature an cream was cold because smoke rose in the air which is typical of cold objects.
Zannie pouted, she didn't want cream but rather to repay Ain for his behavior of throwing food right in front of her face.
Zannie stared intently before opening her mouth, was silent for a few seconds, and smiled chewing on the cream. In the mouth the cream doesn't immediately melt, the texture is soft and slippery.
"The texture is like butter and the taste is too sweet. You could get disease cause it."
Ain chuckled, was putting a spoonful of cream in his mouth. "Greedy Arzan, may I have your meat?"
