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HE COOKED FOR ME EACH night in Paris after that, seemingly pleased when I gave his food a thumbs up. Gathering ingredients everyday and giving himself something complex to do seemed to make him happy.
We spent our days mostly walking around. We did get to the Père Lachaise in civilised daylight hours and I gave the glass surrounding Oscar Wilde’s tomb my signature kiss, which made Dante horny enough to want to kiss me behind a tree in a quiet corner of the cemetery. We didn’t dare anything more during daylight hours, not with people milling all around.
He took me to the Eiffel Tower for lunch one day and I realised how simple his own tastes were when he ordered tuna niçoise. I’d never thought about it before but he always ordered extravagant dishes for me, accompanied by extravagant
