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He listens, contesting each of her steps with his own heavy tread. No encouragement needed to follow, he paces the sinuous lines created by her silver stride.

She is noble, a revelation that comes without surprise. Even if she’d tried to hide it, she could not in the neat sway of her body; the part of her that must be coaxed— not taken. Such a wager appealed to the man beneath starlight.

“I too have had many things, Fiamma. I still do," he muses. "Yet, I too am restless. Why do you think that is?”