Despite herself, Stella couldn't help but grin at the sight of Anton and Tesla.<br/><br/>"That was fast," she said as she took the sleepy heap of purring fur from the muscular arms of the man by the door. "He normally doesn't fall asleep with her that quickly."<br/><br/>She looked up at Anton, trying to screw up her courage to ask him...<br/><br/>"Anton..."<br/><br/>... ask him what?  What he thought of her? Was he in a relationship with Magdalene?<br/><br/>How inappropriate would<i>that</i>be?<i>No way!</i>that wasn't her, she felt she had pried too deeply already when he finally told her about his wife and son. She had no right to ask him about anything, issues with her stupid heart was<i>her</i>problem, not anyone else's.<br/><br/>She looked at his quizzical, expectant expression, but shook her head.<br/><br/>"Never mind, it's not important, maybe some other time." She stepped back from the door and said, "I should let you get some rest, thanks for letting him be with his love. Good night Anton." The cat was getting heavy and she needed to get this sleeping tiger upstairs sooner than later. And what's more, she needed to get away from Anton, needed to stop looking at that slightly lopsided smile of his and those beautiful eyes.