The next day

"So what have you decided on?" Dante asked Mireille, handing her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"You keep spoiling me." Mireille grumbled by to it was obvious she liked it.

"And you keep referring to the tiniest gestures as me spoiling you."

She took the glass to her lips and drank from it.

"Tastes great." she smiled.

"Alright." she readjusted on the sofa she was seated on, dropping the glass on the stool beside the sofa.

"I ...