[Oh, not overpowering spice. That ruins things. Law likes his flavors clean for the most part, and anything added has to complement. But for chocolate... there's an exception. There needs to be some complexity. Something to chase.]

[He just imagines being surrounded by piles of the stuff. Ugh.] An obligation, huh? I certainly see why you would lose your taste for it. Things are better savoured when they are freely given. Or, [A smile plays over his own lips, just a little.] eventually won.

[We see your ambiguity there. How about a little more teasing to raise the stakes?] Perhaps one day you'll have to give out a few lessons. There are a lot of lonely bachelors in Luceti that could benefit from such advice.

[Damn straight he's going to make this difficult, Muraki. It's no fun if it's too easy.

(... and you are not what you seem. And though it's been far too long since he's felt this kind of fire and desire beginning to stir in his veins, a little part of him will never forget it... not even now... even with these seeming games about to kick off between them)]

A pleasure, Mister Muraki. You were right. We meet again, it seems.

Trafalgar Law.