Aldria was still in Dante's lap, and several minutes had passed. She silently accepted it, feeling the man's touch on her hair—something she had never experienced. She was a difficult woman, and there had never been a man capable of handling her... until she met Dante. Well, you could say he was a significant weakness for her.
A man she couldn't read, who didn't have a strong, formed ideal that she could exploit. He was a free being, an independent spirit who did and said what he wanted, when and how he wanted. That's Dante in Aldria's eyes, and honestly... for a woman who had lived for others her entire life... Dante was truly admirable in that regard. And that was what attracted her to him—he was a wandering spirit, free from the world yet bound to it.
