Krem smiled, sweet and innocent, like they weren't being deliberate and flirtatious with each other like they had been since that first night they'd spent together. Like Adaline wasn't a beautiful specimen, comely with her plait against her neck, practically asking Krem's eyes to trace down the line of her throat.

He focused on the food, for now. There was every opportunity for other things later. And it would be rather nice to prove that he had the ability to behave himself, that he didn't just view her as something sexual. He was here because he enjoyed her and her time, before anything else.