"Good morning," Khaat smiled, "I like your dress, too. "
Brian picked up his bang, their only luggage, off the sofa. "I guess we're ready now," he said. He handed Steven just a tiny ordinary seashell. "Portkey," he said. "That will get you to breakfast," he said. "Use your medallion if anything goes wrong or you get lost on the way," he said. "I'll find you. We'll see you there."
Brian offered Khaat his arm, and said to Steven and Ronata, "We'll see you in a moment." He apparated the two of them to a beautiful little cafe on the edge of St. Mark's Square. Life was starting to bustle here already, even this early in the morning. Khaat smelled the sea air, mixed with smells of coffee and wonderful little Italian pastries.
"Welcome to Venice," he said softly, kissing her cheek.
"Venice! Really?" she looked at him, excited, "You did it! We finally made it. You're wonderful." She leaned over and kissed him. She had never kissed him on the lips before, but in her excitement she forgot herself, and she had kissed him.
"You're very welcome," he laughed. "For the next few days, you are my princess. I'm treating you like royalty every step of the way."
"What about Ronata...."she began.
"She's Steven's issue," he laughed heartily. "He's very capable of making her feel like royalty. I like her, but she's not my princess. You are. She's his princess. Come on. They'll be right here in a moment. Let's go get our table."
He had made a reservation for four at one of the streetside tables. The waiter seated them and brought fresh coffee for the two of them while they waited.