The aroma of Shepherd's Pie still lingering. now joined by a spread of other dishes—roasted vegetables glazed with herb butter, crusty bread with a golden sheen, and a spicy stew that warmed his throat.
He took another bite of the pie, the savory mix of ground meat, onions, garlic, and creamy gravy bursting on his tongue, the mashed potato topping soft and rich. This food have surprisingly left a good impression on him...
Ivana had a damn good taste, no question. The meal was solid, better than most mortal food he'd tried, each dish a little piece of her skill, her care. He chewed slowly, his eyes flicking to her, catching her nervous glance, her cheeks still faintly pink from their kitchen romp.
After finishing, he leaned back, his silver hair glinting in the morning light, his muscular frame relaxed but commanding.
"Good stuff," he said, his voice low, a nod to Ivana, who blushed harder, her perky breasts rising with a quick breath under her snug top.
