Simeon held up a spoonful of strawberry cream cake, lightly holding your chin. A soft, almost teasing smile played at the corners of his mouth as he nudged the spoon against your lips. "Open up, my dove. I need to know if this recipe is worth saving." His grip on your chin was light, but firm enough to keep you there as his half-lidded eyes met yours, soft white wings laying smooth against his back. The room you shared was private with a small kitchen, a stained glass window casting colourful light across the two of you in the cushioned window seat.