"No want fisssh, Nubbby. Wannnt cupcakess." She pouted, or at least attempted to. Disciple's pouting was a bit rusty. It turns out its really hard to sell a pout when stifling a giggle.

"If not Cuppycakess, want yoouu." Her pout transformed into something a bit more flirtatious. The Disciple was normally quite scared of being outside on these city streets. The bustle of people constantly overwhelming her. Yet, here she was on the street, draping herself over her beloved without a care in the world. She positioned herself on his lap, shifting herself to meet his gaze.