[As his body becomes acclimated to the stinging cold of the ice, Klavier is less inclined to jerk and twist and more inclined to arch into the new sensation. It starts having an effect on his body that he can associate with pleasant and almost arousing especially when it's accompanied by Greed's touch, the warmth of his palm and the arm beneath him, the heat radiating from him, acts as a counterpoint to the chills ripping through the ex-rocker] Ah...heh...that was an accident, but having someone charge in here and attempt to pull you off...would definitely kill the mood [even though the piece of ice sliding down his chest is forgotten by Greed, it's hard for Klavier to eject it from his mind as it pools against his stomach dragging a hiss from the prosecutor who is now watching Greed with more interest than before. When the piece of ice is held out in front of him Klavier raises an eyebrow] Do I have to say "ah?" [regardless he leans forward and sucks the tip of the ice-cube between his lips]



((ooc: YO! Is Greed doing anything for that missing possessions virus, because Klavier is an opportunistic bastard!))