if i ever feel better.

         ‘ i do know my limits. ’ he doesn’t, so he’ll have to defer to peggy’s judgment on this one. the smile she gets in return for her preening is all too fond. none of it stops him, though, from lifting his hand ( still within her grasp ) and licking his fingers clean. ‘ that’s all. i’m finished. ’

         ‘ i won’t eat it all, ’ he lies, swiping the side of the bowl with two fingers to steal himself another taste. ‘ you can’t leave it on the counter if you expect me to be good. ’