It took Ophelia a moment to notice that her hand was no longer held captive by Dante. She lowered her hand when she realised.
"I think we have had enough berries. I am no longer in the mood to eat fruit. We should continue looking around for what we need, so we may return home in time," said Ophelia.
"Have I spoiled your mood? All I did was eat what you were so kind to offer me. Pack plenty," Dante told the man waiting for them to make up their minds. "My guards will settle the pay."
Dante followed Ophelia before she could wander off and be courted again.
"You shouldn't think anything of it. I was teasing you," Dante confessed.
"I know that you are teasing me. It is the one answer behind all of your actions," Ophelia said, trying not to think of his touch still lingering on her fingers.
"If it is that it stirred something inside of you, it is natural. Afterall, I am your husband. It is only natural that at one point you would be tempted-"
