"Is there something your curious mind wants to know?" Dante asked, noticing Ophelia's stare. "Or, is that you are having indecent thoughts about me? I hope it isn't the latter."
Ophelia scoffed. "You never have to be concerned about me wanting you. I was waiting for you to leave."
"Liar, liar."
Ophelia didn't like the way Dante teased her like a little child. "You are insufferable," she said, shifting her body to the left so she wouldn't have to look at him. "Since you have forgotten, I do not intend to lie with you again. I wouldn't like to take the risk of having your child."
The corners of Dante's lips curved into a smile. "I don't want a child from you, so don't worry. We do not need to share a bed again. If you are asked about our duties, say that it is going well."
Ophelia thought of their wedding night. "What if I am already pregnant? What would you do then?"
"You are not pregnant."
"How do you know?" Ophelia asked and looked down at her body.
