( maybe they're great with cakes and your tastes just suck, william. have you thought about that? but he is raising his hand up to get the attention of a nearby server, offers them a gentle smile that morphs his face from snarky young adult to gentle submissive before he's asking in the softest tone he's probably used in--years? years. )

The chocolate mousse, please. Thank you.

( giving it a few moments to settle before he's turning his attention back to william himself. voice a pitch lower. )

Macarons are fine but why waste money eating fancy wafers when you can have the good shit.