( He wrinkles his nose at the thought of tasting such a treat. ) If you'd prefer, Miss, I could make you a proper dessert.

( He would be more than willing to serve her an array of delicious delicacies. )

I can make cakes, eclairs, parfaits, tarts, ...whatever you so desire, my Lady.

( It does... does it not? He manages a small wry smile. )

Nothing is free, but perhaps we can work something out.

...well that all depends on what you want from me? Is all you're looking for a single dessert, or would you require my services daily. Do you need more than that?

Mm. If that is what you wish of me. ( His lips form a dark curve. ) ...you can always pay me later, and it doesn't necessarily have to be money.

Nn. ( He sets a finger to his lips, that smirk softening to a smile. ) How about a favor for a favor. I'll do whatever you ask of me right now, and then you're to do the same for me sometime in the future.

( He snickers. ) I am not kidding. It's only fair. But I have nothing against your being careful. Make me a dessert. If you can produce something halfway decent, I'll be your pastry chef for a week. It'll be a sort of trial period, if you will.

I am well aware of what I offered. But there's a problem; payment. I'll not work for free, and you've no money. I am not asking for much, my Dear.

( Oh come now. One time in the kitchen is far better than having to subject yourself to all that disgusting salt ridden ice cream... )

As you wish.

( He would have enjoyed watching her in the Kitchen. Pity he'll not get his show. )

( He's not given up.
Not yet. )

Sebastian Michaelis, my Lady. Let me know if you think of something you'd like to ante, ...my services are almost always available.

It's been a pleasure, Miss Mai. ( He bows and then severs the feed. )