Ivan's mouth had begun to water as he watched the Colonel toy with his food and spices. Then something profound occurred to him--, "are you cooking me something, Yevgeny?"

A grin spread across the small Soviet's face threatening to tear it in two. His eyelids fell half-mast, his arms crossed, and Ivan went into the usual tirade of false superiority, "well, I do deserve it after the mess you made. And I guess I'll let that whole incident of you falling asleep in the middle of giving me a blowjob pass~ For now."

He licked his lips and sashayed closer, peering over the bowl to try and guess what Volgin had planned.