"How does that taste?" Dante asked, peering into her face, his right hand resting on her thigh as she ate.

"Oh my! Oh my! This tastes so good" Mireille shut her eyes, chewing on the delicacy.

"It's perfect, right?" Dante asked and Mireille nodded, her eyes still shut.

"It is very much perfect, just like the man who made it" she complimented him and Dante's brows arched.

"Did I just hear you admit that I am truly perfect?" He was a bit surprised that Mireille would ...