Ava rested her hands lightly on the table in front of her.  Part of her was enjoying Raiga's discomfort.  He was kind of cute when he was backpedaling.  Obviously, the two of them had discussed this a lot, just as she'd thought.<br/><br/>She smiled lightly, looking around the table.  "I don't think that's going to work for me.  I want to watch when my husband fucks Kristina.  I imagine it'll be quite a show. "  She looked up as the waiter approached with their food, smiling sweetly at him as though he'd just interrupted the four of them talking about the weather.<br/><br/>From the slight blush on the man's face, she had no doubt he'd overheard at least part of their conversation. "Merci," she said as he set her plate down, immediately picking up her fork and diving in to her salad.