The night at the cabin had been wonderfully simple, yet he felt he had ruined the beauty of it and it was only right to fix it. When he asked Azriel's opinion, as they rode their horses side by side, Azriel stared off into space, thinking.
"I don't know," Azriel said. "Only thing I know women enjoy are new garments, flowers, shoes, and sweet words that make them melt faster than butter. Other than that, I really don't know."
"I am talking about the woman I love, not the ones you bed," Zavian said. "It was my mistake to ask you in the first place."
"Or I have so much more experience than you think," Azriel grinned at Zavian's jab. "Let's start with your woman. What does she like?"
"She's simple, and we both enjoy each other's company," Zavian answered.
