[color=#b97703]“You could, but don’t forget that great power comes with great responsibility,”[/color] Caspian teased Iris with a smirk. He was so smitten with her that he knew she could probably get him to do whatever she wanted if she really tried. Prompted by a combination of love and the honeymoon phase of infatuation, he wanted nothing more than to make her happy and be the kind of man that he felt like she deserved. So far, it had been difficult to do because of their less than ideal circumstances, but now that they were alone, he had more freedom to spoil her with his time, affection and good food.

When she whispered to him, he twinged pink, only belatedly realizing that his joking remark could have been taken as an innuendo. As much as he would have liked to take credit and say that he’d meant for her to hear it that way, he wasn’t that smooth. After all, he had only even slept with someone for the first time within the hour. [color=#b97703]“I mean, I was talking about food, but I have nothing against trying other new things too,”[/color] he shrugged coyly. [color=#b97703]“Maybe we can both be a little more adventurous after dinner.”[/color] As he spoke, his eyes swept over her hungrily. He could think of at least a few new things he wanted to try with her before the day was over.

At her comment about the pizza, he just shrugged again. While plain food wasn’t his favorite, he had nothing against it. He wondered too if she would like a white cheese pizza that could be a happy middle between their preferences. The toppings were still gourmet, but they weren’t as rich as the kinds of pizzas that he and his friends usually ordered. If they had the chance, he made a mental note to buy one for them sometime, so they could find out if she liked it.

[color=#b97703]“If you get drunk off just two glasses of wine, I’d be shocked,”[/color] Cas said as he took a sip from his own glass. Tipsy, he could understand since she didn’t drink much, but splitting just one bottle over a heavy dinner didn’t seem like it would be enough to make anyone drunk, even if they were a lightweight. Although, wine was such an integral part of capital culture that he supposed he wasn’t the best judge.

[color=#b97703]“I wasn’t just going to leave you with Miles,”[/color] he smiled at her softly when she thanked him. It hadn’t been his original plan to run from his father and drag her along with him, but he did have to agree that it was nice to just have a moment to breathe before he had to face the inevitable storm. Ever since he’d been abducted from the city, the tension inside of him had been slowly mounting. He’d been more stressed than usual and quicker to lose his temper, which was out of character for him as one who tried to put other people before himself. Their evening at the resort was the first time in a while that he’d felt so at ease.

At her question, he picked up his own empty plate and set it down on the cart. [color=#b97703]“Just put yours next to mine,”[/color] he instructed, standing up from the table. [color=#b97703]“All we need to do is put the dishes in the hallway, and one of the housekeepers will come by to pick it up. As a general rule, you can just assume that while we stay here, we only have to do the bare minimum amount of work to take care of ourselves. They have people for everything.”[/color]