When had he ever smiled so much? Anton couldn't remember. This was so simple and so liberating that it was as he'd suspected it would be - fun. They'd barely been together a few moments and already he felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. He leaned toward her as though we were going to whisper something, but instead, adopted a mischievous expression.
"Very well then," he chuckled softly. "And don't worry about the wine. It's infinitely better than no wine at all." His smile faded, but only a bit. "Yes, I heard about the storm. I seem to have slept through most of it, but then, I've always been a heavy sleeper."
He'd heard many things about that storm, some of which were unsettling. A few of them had to do with people he'd spoken to. Everyone seemed to be in an uproar over the aftermath, which sounded like the effects of magic. Anton was very glad he'd slept so much. It was because of his extended exposure to the sun. His job required him to be outside much of the day, and having grown up in climes where the days were shorter, this was unfamiliar territory. He sat back again, still angled toward her.
"What have I been eating? Whatever I can piece together from the market. I'll admit I never learned the fine art that is preparing meals. Don't be frightened if you wake one morning and find me spiriting away your fruit," he joked. There was a double entendre and he let it hang while he leaned over the basket and shifted the things she'd brought. It all looked fantastic and much healthier than anything he'd eaten to this point. "I suppose we will all learn to fend for ourselves in this place, though...it is not necessarily a bad thing."
He didn't take his eyes away from her face. "Besides. It's quite beautiful here."