I realize the windows are open, and I look back at him, he shakes his head no, “Please, keep them open, I want someone to see you own me.

Aria with a faint hint of a smile in the corner of her eyes, "Good boy, I'm proud of you, even if you're a disgusting and classy fuckboy."

The incense flutters ribbons of gentle smoke in the background. He is unusually quiet. Aria looks at him. “Something, on your mind?” she swirls her wine, looking intently at his hands as they are hung in his lap, with a weight in his shoulders. “Aria, my love. I must confess something to you.”