Once more, Colors simply laughed with a considerably more lighthearted tone than the tone that Sabine's brief threat had set. He picked up the pastry and took another bite. "Oh this? It is just a bit of sweet bread, fortunately not stale yet. It contains no moon sugar, or anything of the like. Has the scent of it, yes, but only because it was in the same bag as my other one. I just set it down as an, uh, invitation. A bit of a joke, really. Sometimes, people will 'feel' moon sugar that doesn't exist, just because they think it does."

Colors became a bit more serious, but still certainly friendly. "But yes, I can say that I want to. I can say it without any shame, since you're a beautiful woman I respect. I would love for you to join me in my bed, and be my countess for the night." He said, never breaking eye contact, and his friendly expression never appearing to be non-genuine. It could at least be said that he did not fear her. "I like talking about women because I'm attracted to them. No more complicated than that. I enjoy my time with them. Can't you say the same about the men you've been with? But like I said, I want to speak honestly with you. There is a part of you that feels you would enjoy joining me, yes? Just...really take a moment to think about it. I promise, I won't harass you about this if you don't want me to, if you just answer one question. If, at any point, you want to back out, to quit and go your own way for the night, I guarantee  you could do so and I wouldn't stop you. So, would you say there's any harm in trying?"