Her eyes, half-lidded from glancing downwards at the intricately designed cupcake in its box (starting to reseal the lid again once he's clearly noticed it) flick upwards with razor-sharp clarity: a predatory sort of hunger at that glimpse beneath his figurative skin.

But otherwise it's all casual. Relaxed. They might as well be chatting about the weather.

"Does it remind you of what you used to be?"