Pan slides around Ganymede, turning to face him as he pops the melting, charred marshmallow into his mouth and eats it. His other hand keeps Ganymede from escaping, as if the thought was even in his mind.

"All things that suit you," he murmured in a low purr. "All things that suit you exceptionally well. Especially the life part. Want some?" he asked innocently, extending his fingers.