Romano crossed one long leg over the other in a pose of sartorial, casual elegance.

"Fine." Eliza tilted her head as she ran a contemptuous look over her husband. "How do I take my coffee?" Romano frowned at the question before shrugging.

"Black," he stated with the utmost authority.

"No, you take yours black, I don't drink coffee."

"This is pointless," the alpha dismissed. "And juvenile."

"Everything about me, or to do with me, is pointless to you," Eliza observed bitterly.

"That's hardly what ...