Who wouldn't be? She was the most elegant Mrs. Crawford. A looker. But he didn't think of her in terms of that, of course. She wasn't just a trophy, to him. He loved her dearly. And Industrial Illusions held a philosophy based on Pegasus' mode of thinking, so he only hired people who enjoyed life and its riches, so to speak. Wives being one of them.

With increasing fondness Pegasus led her inside, requesting the specific table he'd had held for them. They were led to a private section, that held a lovely set-up just like a european cafe.

Then, he held out her chair for her, smiling gently in encouragement.