"Don't give my lack of cooking skills any ideas," he grins back, recognizing the teasing and actually enjoying it, though he still blushes, of course. "Next thing you know, I'll be burning air, too."

His blushing only increases when Demetri steps away from him and looks at him like he's the shiniest option on the menu, his breathing growing ragged in the process.

"Well, there's always room for two desserts?" It sounds lame as hell, but Fabrice is still working on the whole flirting thing, and to be honest, it's difficult for him to concentrate when Demetri is devouring him with his eyes and he is staring back.