Holly throws a spanner into the works.
That said, if you're not big on blatant innuendo, this is not the drabble for you. And, just so everything's clear, cacoa, caraway and oysters are all aphrodisiacs. Well, caraway also just 'attracts love', but, if you're feeling cynical...
Playing for Keeps
Holly polished off the last of her desert with customary zeal. 'I wish I could convince Butler to come cook for me,' she sighed, 'I am so way more fun than you.'
Artemis gave a vampiric smile. 'Is that so?'
'Mm hmm,' her eyes were hooded as she matched his smile and raised him an incisor.
Silence at the table. But there hadn't been much talking that night.
'Artemis,' Holly said at last, lazily tracing the lip of her glass with a finger, 'did you really think I wouldn't notice what our dinner was made of?'
His poker face was truly marvellous. 'What on earth do you mean, Holly? You seemed to enjoy it.'
She showed all her teeth with this one. 'Oh, I did. If it's going to be this tasty, you've license to manipulate all your shrivelled little heart desires. But just remember Arty, that doesn't mean you'll get what you want,' She pushed away from the table, vaguely unsteady on her feet and came around the table towards him. His jaw tightened involuntarily. She leaned forward and-
-patted him on the cheek. 'Did you really think I was going to roll over that easily?' She snorted at her own joke, before continuing, 'now excuse me please, I need to go stick my head under a very, very cold tap.'
'Holly, consider-'
'Uh uh, Mud Boy,' she wagged a finger remonstratively, weaving slightly as she walked. Making it successfully to the door she paused, grinning again. 'Maybe next time.'
Artemis didn't have to be a genius to take that hint.