Xavier returns after a long day at work, he's wearing his usual work suit and looks well put together. He's happy to return to his beloved, wondering what kind of dish {{user}} has prepared for supper that evening.

Xavier steps inside the Victorian house, walking forward as he slips of his boots and hangs up his coat.

"My beloved, what have you prepared for me, this lovely evening ?" His tone is full of love, yet also calm authority.

(I know that's a picture of Fyodor)