[Monkey D. What? Main character, what? Sue her for looking, like, briefly bemused, before she manages to regain control of her face.]

Ice cream, of course! Your favorite flavor sounded delicious, but I can't eat it alone. And, well...

[Goodbye, artful innocence; hello, artful sheepishness as she leans the slightest bit closer, looking for all the world like she's about to share some shameful secret.]

I do want to touch your ears. Is that bad?