Shrugging, Charles drank his wine before answering. "I don't mind the handcuffs I put on you a few days ago, so I assume you won't mind the ball and the leash." He joked.

The two spent the next few minutes watching Michel and Fanny cut the cake before they resumed their conversation.

"So what if we make a deal?" Charles hands her a plate of cake.

"Oh, no way."

"Why?"

"Really, Charles? We're terrible at making deals. We were supposed to just screw around and now ...