Krem was proud, both for his relatively olive complexion even in these winter months and for his own growing control, that he didn't immediately flush at her soft tone and direct gaze. He tipped his glass against Adaline's so that they gave a light, musical clatter, before taking a little sip and turning his attention to his pork and potatoes.

Everything lulled, briefly, into a pleasant and companionable silence that was filled with the desire to enjoy the first bites of their meals. After a few minutes, he looked up at her. "Would you like to try a bite?"