Kate cocks an eyebrow at him when he doesn't make a grab for her or slide his fingers against her still shiny thighs. Sometimes he's too sweet for his own good. But she can help him out with that, and does, straddling his lap and sliding the bag around behind him so he can't see it. "Mmm. Guess."

She can smell the pastry in the bag, but chicks have better sense of smell than guys. Plus, she knows it's there. It's hard to smell anything but sex in this room.