[Poggio]

His smile never left his face as the car rolled away from the curb. “Oh? I thought after that one sea food place you would never touch fish again.” He felt roaming fingers inch along his thigh as they rounded another corner. Galvins hand fell on top of the pale one and he leaned across kissing the curve of Ambrosia's chin. He pulled back a little when his lips met nothing but coldness. Studying Ambrosia he found himself asking. "Is everything alright?"