Blake smiled indulgently. Devon certainly hadn't learned how to be such a skilled operator from her mother, so he took equal pride in his daughter's own ingenuity and the thought she'd inherited the savvy from him, as well. As such, he looked at her as the future of Carrington Atlantic, as well as his precious and precocious little girl.

The smirk Devon answered him with let Blake know her mind was wandering in the same direction as his, and when she let down her hair and gifted him with a view of the delights beneath her blouse, Blake smiled even more warmly.

"If you're really that famished, sweetheart, I could offer you something to snack on. Which, come to think of it, I'm feeling a little peckish myself, so I think we could help each other out."