Fruits of Passion

"Of *course* I can do it," Lion smirked at his new mentor.
They were watching a woman buying fruits at the market. His mark - last test before he becomes an agent.
The youngster skipped to the stall. He made sure she noticed him, picked up one of the fruits, polished it on his shirt then ripped it in half.
"Will you go out with me?" he offered her one of the halves.
"Wasn't it supposed to be an apple?" she quipped.
"Only if you're into snakes," he shrugged. "I prefer things more juicy."
She took a bite, locking his gaze.