[It works, he looks at her, feeling the bag pressed into his hand, and it happens instantly. Underneath the grating guilt and fear of what he's done, there's another wave of attraction. Of arousal. He gives her a careful, half smile.]

Thank you.

[This said, he carefully picks open the bag, and plucks out one of the chocolates, to pop it into his mouth. He closes his eyes, his expression one of obvious (and slightly milked) enjoyment.]

Mmmm, delicious.