Murphy closes her eyes to a count of five to keep herself from capsizing the cake into his lap. She is more mature than that. Also, it would be a waste of baked goods.

"You are a child." This is said with Intense Seriousness. She scrapes a handful of cake off of her face. "A very powerful, unfortunately creative, dick of a child."

She picks a piece of the cake off her hand with her clean fingers, eats it, and leans forward to smear the remainder over his chest. ...She kind of forgot until that point that he didn't have a shirt on.