Dessert
Havoc leaned back comfortably in the chair, watching Roy. Even when the man ate, he was elegant. Not that it particularly bothered him; he just found it amusing and entertaining to watch.
Roy looked up, an eyebrow cocked suspiciously. "You're not eating, Jean."
Havoc picked a bit at his piecrust. "I'm having more fun watching you."
The eyebrow twitched. "There are so many things I could say to that, but I believe I'll refrain."
Havoc grinned outright at that. "Are you losing your temper?" he teased.
Roy's remaining black eye dropped. "No."
"Good. Now, be a good boy and finish your cake."
The eye came up, a particular glint in it. "If I don't?"
"You're going to be sleeping on the couch tonight," he replied without missing a beat.
"You can't do that," Roy said petulantly. "I'm your superior officer."
"And you've basically moved into my apartment," Havoc pointed out. "So finish your dessert, and maybe we can find something a little... sweeter for you..."