They went shopping.

"Your parents are wonderful!" Marlissa smiled, holding her husband's arm tightly and resting her head on his shoulder while they casually walked amongst gawking pedestrians.

"They're okay for parents," Ryan chuckled.

"Be grateful you have parents, love," she scolded. "Some of us are born from the primordial cesspool of the Abyss!"

"I can't imagine a beautiful creature like you could spawn from such a nightmarish place!"

"We have **** of where or when we are born, only how we live," she replied solemnly, staring at nothing in particular.

"You're no longer my demonic **** but my wife, remember?" he said, touching her chin to turn her head to face his.

"I am truly free of your bondage?" she asked.

"Technically no," he answered, shaking his head. "But I can research the ritual from the old tome to unbind you from my service..."

"No, it is alright, my love. It represents our interplanar union." she smiled. "Besides, if you broke our pact another mortal could summon and bind me as his thrall."

"I love you," he grinned.

"I know," she giggled and kissed him.

"So shall we max out my credit card on your shopping spree?"

"Yes!" she cheered.

"I guess if you're going to become the supermodel you told my parents that you are I guess we'll have to go to Fifth Avenue!" He tried to hail a taxi but it ignored him.

Marlissa waved to flagged down a taxi but instead three stopped. But before the cab drivers could argue who could pick her (and Ryan) as their fare, her gentle sweet voice calmed them down and they got into the first cab.

"Where to, miss?" the taxi driver asked in a thick Queens accent, looking back at Marlissa in the rearview mirror.

"Fifth Avenue and 40th Street," she replied.

Ryan felt more comfortable in the deserts of Iran excavating long-forgotten lost artifacts than on the crowded streets of Manhattan. Nonetheless, he enjoyed spending time shopping with his wife and all of the attention she was receiving from the customers and clerks of the stores they had visited all along Fifth Avenue.

"Do you think this is enough?" he asked Marlissa, lifting up both hands carrying shopping bags of lingerie, blouses, and dresses.

"Yes," she giggled, giving her husband a kiss on the cheek, "... for today."

"Okay, let's go home and rest up before dinner," he smiled. "I have no idea how you can walk around all day on those high heels."

"I do it through the sheer power of sexiness!" she laughed.

"Well, you definitely exemplify the definition of sexiness, honey," he noted and kissed her. "Now you should use that power for good and hail us a cab!"