He doesn't take the ice cream like I was expecting him too, he just licks it and then nods approvingly. He offers his to me, and it would be rude at this point not to, so I lick it, admittedly somewhat curiously.

Oh, it's very different. Still sweet, but a different kind of sweet, and the absence of the crunchy rainbow bits makes it different in that way, as well.

"I like that." I say softly, then huff and turn away. "Here," holding mine out to him again. "You eat it, I'm done."

I'm not sure how to address the rest of what he's saying. There's no time for 'friends', not when there's a whole world to subjugate. At least, that's what Mork thinks. Nero too, I think, though sometimes I think he also wants dearly to consider me a friend, or at least confidant.

"It's lonely at the top." I settle on something fairly ambiguous, and look away.