"Sometimes I think I should have just gone into criminal psychology and detective work," he muse was he divided the portions for them, picking up both plates after turning off the stove. "I would have been great at it. Sort of like that Dexter character." Which he really found to be a joke.

He added a wink when he got that grin back, plenty ready for what they'd do with that other hour and a half. Twenty years behind bars did not diminish his taste in fine wine. He set down the plates, pausing to assess the table and be certain that they had everything and didn't need to get up again. "Sit, darling, I want you to eat."