And yet there Sombra was, having followed Amélie to Paris of her own volition. Attachment held them all, one way or another, to things they would rather not. Sombra to her and Gabriel, Amélie to the ghost of her former life, Gabriel to his once best friend. Good thing there was fresh whipped cream to distract them both.

Amélie's eyes rocketed back to Sombra when the heat from her tongue passed over her skin. The contrast in temperature was so great that it caught her off-guard, so unused to such warmth. It was one thing to have the heat of a hand upon her, especially with those claws of Sombra's... It almost made her drop the mugs she'd snagged with the other hand.

"It is good?" Asked while taking her hand back so she could properly pour the thick chocolate mixture into the mugs and then add a very generous scoop of cream - overflowing the mug practically - on top of each. Taking both mugs, Amélie headed into the other room to settle down upon the couch, the heater having warmed the room to something more tolerable for the Mexican woman.