She had had to learn to read the nuances in Victor's blank, serious mask over the last...more than a year and a half now. He wasn't a man who often laughed, or even often smiled except in the company of a very select few. It just, she thought as she smiled up at him, made the times when he did that much more special.

She reached up to straighten one of Victor's lapels and glanced down the garden path. This section of the Club gardens were more like a neatly organized wood than the formal gardens at their Castle. "Maybe a walk," she said.

It was early to disappear, but they could for a little while.