That's the idea.

[He held up a hand and gently took her wrist, his fingers sliding along her arm, the tips pressing in ever so slightly, ever so intimately before he leaned over and took the spoon in his mouth and the ice cream with it.] Thanks... [It's whispered, when he pulls away.] It's good, but you'll get cold if you eat too much. Probably already have.

And no, haven't forgotten anything. Not planning on killing me with that, are you?