Hallbjorn dressed in a pair of black jeans and put on a plain black t-shirt. He wore a belt with a plain metal buckle that had been painted black. Black was a wonderful colour: it went with everything and always matched. Although it did show a lack of imagination that 90% of everything he owned was in black.<br/><br/>"It is probably a good idea to have them." He told her. "Most immortals do, although they are very skillful forgeries. We can go visit Errol's and find a dozen demons able to fabricate them. We should visit the bank and get you added to my credit card. Just in case." The large man said. It would not hurt for her to be on his card and to have her own with her name on it. And it was all part of the two of them being together.<br/><br/>"Let us have leftover Chinese food for breakfast." Hallbjorn said. "You may have pie also if you desire." The blond man told her with a hint of a smile. He put an arm around her and led her downstairs. He got out some plates for them, and he dug out what he wanted from their leftovers and asked Kara for what she wanted, then dug that out as well. They made plates for themselves. Hallbjorn did not opt to microwave his, and ate it cold. It tasted just as good that way.<br/><br/>"Do you want me to wear a ring to match yours?" Hallbjorn asked while they ate. He had her mark on his neck, and it was enough for Hallbjorn. He knew that he was loved. The promises that they had already made to each other were enough for him. Any immortal would be able to tell rather easily, if they saw Kara and Hallbjorn together, that they were a mated pair. But mortals would not understand how deep their bond was if they saw them. It did not matter to Hallbjorn if women stared at him, because he was oblivious to their attentions and utterly out of their reach. It mattered if other males looked at Kara. She was his, and he felt very possessive.