She's shaking the can idly as she turns back, popping the top off.

Totally innocent wolf is a little too smug for his own good.

She eyes her target, licking her lips. She slips up behind him, keeping her thoughts to how wonderful it would be to lick it off his skin, so her scent is masked. The fingers of her free hand strolling up his back, across his shoulders, until she can snag the back of his shirt.

Not sure which is worse, the awful noise the can makes or the cold wet whipped cream splattering down between his shoulder blades.