There's a disgruntled look shot in Wrath's direction; it's not his, it is most definitely for the kitten. Yes, he's still content to hold onto that very flimsy lie to help soothe his fragile male ego. That does beg the question though if cats can even eat fruit. Not something that he'd thought to look up before going out, so that's going to be difficult to explain away if there's some issue.

With a huff, he leans down, shooting another look to her, but does take a bite. Cold, sweet-

And immediately recoils, because there's suddenly pain, and he'd not been expecting that. Hot, ice cream shouldn't be hot this isn't something he signed up for at all.