Spinning out of control

Oh of course she was prepared. To say he was disappointed was an understatement. In response to her statement he grunted noncommittally and eyed the sticky substance. Just to see what she would do he decided to be difficult. He'd been easy so far. He'd agreed to her plan, gone where she'd wanted, offered no resistance and last but not least, he'd calmed the fuck down after kissing her when he could have thrown her over his back and carried her home like a prize - which she was considering how rarely he felt this intensely for someone.

Pyrrhic leaned back slightly. "That looks like the sort of goop you might collect if you scrape a stick through a snail trail." He eyed Riva and pretended to be wary. "What nasty creature did you get that out of?" It seemed a fair question to ask even though he could smell the elderberries. It looked unappetizing; he wasn't kidding about the snail sludge. If she wanted him to eat it she was going to have to work for it.