[i]"Hmm alright lass, but I'll have to check the delivery first. Can't have yo' bringin' somethin' into the club the shouldn't be there yo know?"[/i]

At this, Sabine couldn't help but grin as she pulled out some cylindrical bit of some sort from the paper bag.  Goofy, yes, but this was the opportunity to hand-feed the most swollen guy in town; just a brush over his rippling biceps would have her knees buckng, she was sure.  But given the sweetness of what she had inside, it took her a little time to fish out [hider=a bite-sized piece of diabetes, hold the cream][img]http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2014/11/11/1415725628827_wps_13_Is_this_the_perfect_fusio.jpg[/img][/hider] to stick into his mouth.

"Say 'Aa~aah!' !" she commanded, before tip-toeing right up against his chest.  What awaited Arty (if he went for it) was an explosion of fudge, for the lack of better wording.  Slightly bitter, mostly sweet dough crunched as confectioner's sugar clung and dissolved in his mouth, leaving behind a satisfied sweet tooth and a slightly dried mouth.  What followed would be a quick peck to the cheek, followed by a light, playful spank.  

"Love ya, Arty!" 

Just like that, she'd disappear in a storm of bubbles, straight into the crowd.

If he didn't, she'd take a bite herself for proof of its safety.  Though, it'd be pretty disappointing to waste food like that...