It took an effort of will to not recoil as the syrup flowed from Daedric's mouth.  Sometimes she hated that he was so good at slipping into character.  Sure, she'd said he was supposed to play it up, but damn, she felt fat cells grow in her ass and thighs with the amount of refined sugar he was dishing out.  "Just wait until we get home, my dearest.  You'll get back every precious word."  her tone was just as sweet as his, but her eyes flashed dangerously for a second.<br/><br/>The ride to the restaurant was uneventful.  They exchanged sweet words, held each other and even kissed a time or two.  It was easier to keep up appearances, though it left her flat.  There was no power struggle, there was no obvious dominance, and that was a turn off.  She didn't like normal.  At the restaurant, she accepted Daedric's helping hand, finally firmly set in character.  Her smile was bright, radiant, the look of a woman in love.