Guile
One Thousand Club
Erik laughed, pleased at how he had brought such a beautiful reaction out of Christine, before taking his lips off of her at last. He stood, taking the plate of food from her, with a satisfied grin on his lips at how he had gotten her to surrender. "Why, thank you, Christine. I very much appreciate this." Then, he raised a brow. "Oh, yes. I know...Raoul, the charming Vicomte." Erik was making a joke, for he was still smirking. "At the time I was heartbroken that you would go off with him. However, now that you're my wife, it all seems rather trivial...doesn't it?" His voice had gotten soft, trailing off slightly, as if he were asking himself the question. "You have no need to fret about it though, Christine. I believe we have already come to terms with how each of us feel, or felt, about what happened back then. I...I just don't want to go down that road again." Erik's voice sounded pained at the very thought of all those memories, but he did his best to hide it.