Confront him, of course!

Riva turned fully toward the young man and cleared her throat loudly. "Hold there, you little pervert!"

Philip froze, green eyes popping out of their sockets as he remained in his half-crawling position. She stepped closer until the hem of her dress nearly brushed his fingers. "So you crawled under my table and put that in your mouth," she said, voice low and even. "Why?"

Philip's shaking hand hurriedly removed the utensil while his terrified eyes held her stare. "My lady, the moment I saw it fall, something just pulled me under. I wanted to taste what was on it." He realized he'd been too blunt and hastily lowered his head. "I beg your pardon, my lady, I-I meant that-"

Riva felt a fresh pulse of heat low in her belly. She reached down and took the tine from him, watching his eyes slide unbidden to the rounded cleft of her breasts. The tine's handle was slick with his spit and even some of the clear evidence of her own arousal.