He never got enough of ruining her personal space. Especially when he knew how much it effected her when he was up close and personal like this. She glanced at the delicious, juicy piece of chicken in her hand, no bigger than her index finger, then at him. Then the chicken again, and it was clear she was debating whether to let him have it or to tease him a little by eating it herself. OH THE DECISIONS. "Looks yummy, doesn't it?" She said instead, throwing a bit of a cheekiness at him as she grinned.