"Hey!" She moved her face back to no avail (though, she might have blushed a little at him licking it off so casually). So instead she stood there, mustering up the strictest expression she had.

“Sougo,” she said, a little huff attached to his name. It wasn’t her intention to get cream on herself; after all, it made bringing up important topics infinitely harder.

She wiped her face with the napkin in her hand before taking a sip of her own cocoa. “And I told you before,” another sip, “that I don’t believe you.” And of course, being who she is… and not being particularly on par with the word “poised” or “graceful,” once she pulls her cup away, there’s some cream on her nose .... again, but this time she only has herself to blame.