"Damn," Sofia said lightly. "And here I thought you wanted little marzipan shaped like demons and devils." She was still grinning at him, but there was a look in her eye. As if she knew something, or suspected something. There it was, though, another snap of the fingers, and two ice cream sundaes, with the works, sitting on the cluttered coffee table behind Tommy. "Rest assured, handsome. Your associates? Couldn't lift a finger against me."