The day after the office Christmas party, Jill had Leon cornered in the break room.

"I thought you didn't like sweets!" Jill pointed out, reminding Leon of the night before.

"I don't," he huffed, hiding behind his coffee.

"Count D is sweet!" Jill countered. "He practically emits sugar wherever he goes."

"So?"

"So me and half the squad saw you two drunkenly making out in the elevator, that's what!"

As a deep red dominated Leon's face, he remembered the taste of the Count's lips, like gumdrops. Sweet but not too sweet; how he likes it.