Goyle sat gingerly on the wooden bench Braz had gestured to but decided it would be best not to relax completely around the vampire. His previous anger was beginning to dissipate drastically into worry thanks to Braz's clever, bloody scheme to make him concerned about Beros's condition back at the base. He checked his phone for any news but saw there were no new messages and swore under his breath.
Suddenly, Braz had appeared next to him holding two ice-cream cones. The brightly-coloured, cool sweets look completely out of place in the formidable vampire's hands but Goyle decided to keep that thought to himself. He accepted the mocha nut flavour ice-cream from Braz but was too wary to start eating it, offering it instead to Angry who was perched upon his shoulder. The purplish-pink colour of the mixed berry ice-cream Braz had selected for himself did not suit the demon in any way, Goyle thought to himself as he looked inconspicuously over to his apparent prisoner; though who was prisoner to who right now remained unsaid. Angry gave a groan from beside him and Goyle looked away to see the now much smaller demon holding his head in apparent brain freeze from the cool ice-cream.
Scowling and ignoring Angry, Goyle chanced another look back at Braz in time to see the demon's pink tongue roll slowly over the mixed-berry ice-cream before retracting into his mouth. The tongue darted out again a moment later and gave another leisurely lick across the sweet cream. Goyle watched silently as Braz continued to work at the ice-cream with his tongue and lips. Braz brought the flat of his tongue from bottom to top where it swirled around before retracting once more. The warm weather had the cream melting quickly and Braz pushed his lips against the dripping, sticky cone and sucked against it gently whilst working his tongue over the round shape to prevent any leaks. The sugary treat lingered on the vampire's lips but his pink tongue made swift work of slipping across them and removing any traces.
Goyle held onto the groan in his throat and optioned to cross his legs in an attempt to distract himself from the annoyance currently growing in his trousers. Tearing his eyes away completely, he pulled out his phone again – still no word from Beros. Goyle put his phone away before slowly sliding his eyes back to Braz; in the hot weather, Braz had already eaten down to the ice-cream's cone. The vampire's wet tongue licked over his lips and Goyle's eyes fixed onto the remaining cone. He flinched violently as in three or four vicious bites with Braz's sharpened teeth the cone was gone and the ice-cream finished completely.
Braz drew out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and used it wipe away any remaining remnants of the sticky, sweet cream from around his mouth. He hid the smirk that played over his lips as his eyes glided over to where Goyle was crossing and uncrossing his legs with a very bothered expression on his face.
