They arrived at the restaurant.

It was not difficult to locate Mario's Ristorante in the small town's downtown core. Luckily for them the restaurant was still open.

"Good evening," greeted the brunette hostess with a warm smile. "Did you make a reservation?"

"Sorry we didn't," Ryan answered. "We're newlyweds and just got into town tonight."

"Oh, congratulations! Please follow me," the hostess said, leading the couple to a table the back the restaurant. Customers stopped eating and their conversations to ogle Marlissa's unearthly beauty.

"Would you like something to drink first while you decide?" the hostess asked, offering them menus.

"A bottle of Champagne if you have any," Ryan answered.

"Of course," the brunette said, smiling at the couple.

"You must be famished. What would you like to eat?" asked Marlissa, looking at her menu.

Ryan would have liked to order something simple and large portions so he could feed his hunger but this was suppose to be a romantic dinner for his new demonic bride. "I think I'll get the poached salmon."

"Risotto with Gorgonzola and fresh pear sauce sounds good," Marlissa said, still indecisive with all the food options in front of her.

"Hi there, I'm Monica and I'll be your waitress tonight," a voluptuous brunette waitress introduced herself as she placed down two wine glasses and a bottle Champagne in an ice bucket. "Have you decided what to eat?"

Ryan ordered the food and then did the honors of opening the bottle of Champagne. Marlissa giggled and clapped gleefully when the cork finally popped. The waitress poured the bubbly wine for the couple before leaving to place their order.

"To my lovely new bride," Ryan said, held up his glass.

"To my new husband," Marlissa said and clinked their glasses together. "I love you."

"I know," he said with a roguish grin, leaning over the table to kiss her.

As they waited for their dinner, Ryan and Marlissa enjoyed their Champagne and talked about their past. Ryan told her about the excavation sites he had been in different exotic countries. Marlissa told him of her time being a consort of an Italian merchant prince, who died of a heart attack because he could not keep up with her sexual appetite. She avoided talking about anything related to her home plane, not wanting to ruin the romantic mood.

"Here you go," the waitress said, arriving back with their meals. The couple thanked their server and bit into their food, both unconsciously moaning softly. Ryan was glad to have food in his belly again while Marlissa had long forgotten about the pleasure of eating.

"I am sorry to interrupt your lovely meal," a fat mustached man in a chef's uniform said. "I am Chef Mario Lombardo, the executive chef and owner of Mario's Ristorante. My hostess told me that you two are newlyweds?"

"Yes," Ryan answered.

"I hope you are enjoying your meal?" the chef asked, unable to keep his eyes off Marlissa.

"Sì. Amiamo la tua cucina," Marlissa replied, speaking in fluent Italian.

Ryan spoke and read many languages but most have been dead for centuries, but knowing Italian he understood what the two were saying so he sat there and watched his wife and the chef have a flirtatious conservation.

"You are a very lucky man, Mr. Carter," Mario said, finally turning to Ryan. "If I was younger, a hundred pounds lighter, and single I may have a chance to seduce your wife! Please enjoy your dinner and I will have Monica bring out a dessert for you on the house! Congratulazioni!"

"I see you didn't need your magic to charm the man," Ryan mused. "I think he loves women as much as he loves food."

"Do not be jealous, honey," she said. "I am bound to you by contract and love."

Their waitress arrived to clear off their plates after they finished their meal and came back with tiramisu. Marlissa took a bite and grinned at her husband. "I don't think I need sex any more if I can just have this."

"Why not have both?" Ryan mused.

"Perhaps," she said, taking another bite of the dessert. With a mischievous grin and a glint in her green eyes, Marlissa kicked off one of her high heels and caressed his leg with her barefoot. "Perhaps."