Chef and Agata strolled along the docks, Agata was agitated. Ciaran had decided that she would be able to pass off as Chef's wife, her nose had wrinkled when the older vampire had said that, it had made him smile. Agata maybe evil and undead, but with her chubby plain face and dressed in one of the gowns she wore when attending to Fiona, no one would mistake her as a prostitute.
She looked like what he always pictured his mother looking like, the two women probably didn't really resemble one another, but he liked the idea. His mother had died before his third birthday and from the lack of information his grandparents shared about her he figured she had probably disgraced the family name somehow.
Know it would irritate Agata he told her about his thoughts on her looks.
"Moron,"
