"Nothing." Stella shrugged and cupped his cheek, glancing at her neck for any sign of the cut he'd give himself. "Are you really okay? Did you really heal from the wound?"
"I did." Valeric gave a nod. "I think I would be dead by now, if it didn't."
She nodded. "Right." And over to the counter she walked, her mouth watering at the sight of what he was cooking. "They are for me, right?" He nodded in response. "They are."
"Have you ever cooked for another woman before?"
"What?"
"Have you ever cooked for another woman before, Valeric?" She turned to look at him with narrowed eyes as if she would kill him if he did admit he had.
The man held a thoughtful look for a second before shrugging. "No."
"Really? Or are you lying to me?"
"Hm? But I haven't."
"Why not?"
"I'm not sure why I would." He seemed confused and clueless. "Did I have to? Should I have done that?"