Gabrielle blushed and thought a moment. “I think I passed a nice Italian place not to far from here” she offered, smiling and folding her wings in. “Would that be alright?”
“Personally, I enjoy Italian food. That would be just lovely, sweetheart.” Then, offering his arm, Klaus smiled warmly. “Shall we?” He suggested. He wondered how she so easily had hid her wings from him before - clearly, she would have to invoke this tactic a second time were they to get anywhere.