Ishamael paused for a moment. A quiet, amused smile as Shelley finished the pear. She was probably unaware of its status as a yonic symbol, and thus keenly associated with female sexuality. Was it perhaps an expression of her subconscious, and if so, oh but how he would like to lick the clear, pungent juice from her fingers... though, they would be his, of course. There would be many opportunities in the future.

"Do you require anything else?"