"It is a male's privilege to spoil his mate." Hallbjorn told Kara. He looked over her and showed that he liked doing what he was doing even though he needed to expend effort not to lose self-control and do something that risked harming the woman. He  continued to feed her and paid scant attention to the film - most of his attention was on Kara, as it should be. It pleased him to watch her savor each bite and when she told him that it was good and her eyes lit with happiness, Hallbjorn felt good about himself with her praise. The Berserker had received praise in the past for his skill in battle, but it had never touched him. In the past the only thing that mattered was being paid on time and to the agreed amount.<br/><br/>Kara's opinion mattered to Hallbjorn. How she regarded him and how she took what he did. Perhaps in time he would know her better and feel less anxiety about pleasing her but now it was a very strong thing.<br/><br/>his eyes turned to the dance that the film depicted. It was indeed very beautiful. It would be better if Kara were performing it. "Then you will." Hallbjorn said to Kara, returning his attention to her. "When you are safe and immortal, you will be able to learn to do all that you wish." How easy it was to assume that they would have a life together. "I will find a dance instructor for you, and a place for you to practice." Money would not be an object. And if there was, by some long odds, no one within the Lore who knew the dances that Kara wished to learn he would buy the services of the dance choreographer of the film they watched now. It was well within his reach - he could have financed the film untold times over and still have funds left.<br/><br/>When Kara's meal was finished, Hallbjorn started on his own. He ate quickly and quietly, devouring the steak and potato easily. Food seemed to just disappear into his mouth at an astonishing rate. When he was done and their plates were on the cart, Hallbjorn grabbed the desert. "I thought we might share this." It was a very rich piece of chocolate and espresso cake. He settled in closer to her, his side against hers and an arm moving around her shoulders. His other hand held the fork and the dessert was balanced in his lap. "I saw it on the menu and it intrigued me. It was a whim." The blond man told her. He was not a man given to acting on whims.<br/><br/>"I like the romance in this movie. When I watched it for the first time it seemed to me that it must be what a meeting of fated mates must be like." Hallbjorn told her. "The world is one way, and then in one glance, everything changes."