Not as much interested in the pancakes as the fingers which had prepared them and were coated with maple syrup, I took the cook's hand and put his fingers one by one into my mouth, licking them very seductively. Consequently, a sudden contrast in his countenance took place. The look in his eyes softened, as he moved closer to me and enquired me about my intentions regarding him.
“What is it that you’re trying to do, vixen?”
Before I could wind my arms around his waist and pull him closer to make him understand what it was that I wanted from him, an unexpected intervention came from the staircase in a voice too familiar for me not to recognise the source of it. It was Mary who walked towards us, appearing annoyed from watching us coquetting with each other, and so she expressed her disp
