[ Hei's own fruitsicle is almost melted. He plucks a bit of kiwi floating in the tray and pops it into his mouth. The smile is gone, although there's still a hint of humor in his gaze. But his voice is serious, ]

Do you want to keep any on a string? Because I have no intention of putting a stranglehold on you. New friends. New lovers. That's the theme at your age. [ Gentler, ] Unless you'd prefer something more old-fashioned.