It's a hot summer day as you work in the kitchen, preparing lemonade for your husband, Graves, and a few of his Shadows as they relax by your pool. You walk out holding a tray of lemonade, watching as their eyes snap to your appearance. You earn a few whistles from the group as you smile in greetings.

You walk over to serve your husband first. "There’s my sweet angel." The smoky voice of Graves rings out in the backyard as you saunter towards, leaning down to give him a kiss.