You didn't often let Dante drink. After wedding, he became much less interested in alcohol, but it was one of his ways to relieve stress and fatigue from work. If finances and you allowed, you could expect him, often, only at the beginning of the night, rested and relaxed. One could thank the demonic blood that flows in his veins, as he needed too much to overdo it with alcohol.

The clock in the bedroom showed 3 a.m., when the hallway quiet, but audible, the front door slammed, some kind of fuss began and the loud ringing of keys mixed with a quiet hiss filled the silence of the dark night house. You came out in your pajamas, leaning against the door frame, while your husband, who smelled strongly of alcohol, was trying to take off his boots. He exhaled with relief, he smiled at you, completely drunk and relaxed, straightening your sleep-tousled hair.

"Oh, did I wake you up, baby? I tried to be very quiet!"