Yes, and he gets away with it

"Nobody's going to bother to interrupt us. It's not like I'm going to hurt you. You're going to like this," he grinned at Paris, and she stepped back from him, but didn't manage to put enough distance between them before he'd pulled something out of his pocket. A small wooden box, and then he opened it to show her what was inside.

Inside of the box, there were chocolates. And they looked mouthwateringly delicious... Paris had never really been one for sweets, but it was like the chocolates were calling out to her.

"I got these from an...interesting woman. Said they were magic. You can have one, Paris, but only one," he said, and Paris couldn't stop herself from picking up a piece of chocolate and popping it into her mouth.

"Mmm...so delicious..." she hummed, moaning at the taste, barely paying attention as he shut the box and tucked it away in his pocket again. Only after she'd swallowed the chocolate did she realize what she'd just done, "Wait, you said they're magic? What did you just do to me?"