The scent of Middle Eastern and African dishes filled the air, leaving a fragrant trail behind as filled plates were carried from the kitchen to the open-space back porch of their villa. Taking advantage of the clear skies and moderate temperature of the night, a table had been carefully set up with its own place setting for two individuals. A content smile was worn consistently on Idris' face, as the youngest fully immersed himself in the domestic bliss that had been blessed upon him. They had taken advantage of their newly given status during the past weeks, but there was something distinctively different for tonight. As careful steps were taken as to ensure no spillage of food, the outline of the small jewlery box in his pocket could be felt shifting slightly against him with every movement. Claim or not, it was a terminology and requirement dictated from a government and system that Idris was not aligned to, what he desired for Viggo and himself was something that transcended rules and regulation, a true testament of their everlasting love for each other that Idris had witnessed shared by his own parents; and it was his hope that his Saint would be kind to bestow upon him the ultimate blessing this evening.