I love going out with Sigefrid. We usually go to steakhouses. He likes to be the one to pay, but I reach for the check anyway. It's a little game between us. I wear something nice, something that isn't pink, and order my steak rare. He likes his medium, but sometimes he'll order medium-rare. I clean his blade for him after dinner and we go back to his place to cuddle and watch a movie before heading back to the clubhouse to keep an eye on the others. He's sweet and tender when we're alone, and of course a little rougher around the boys. There's been a lull in the action lately, so Erik and Harley have actually had some time to relax. Allya of course insists that Erik eat, and he's more inclined to do so when there's not other business to worry about. Personally, I think she should just give his portion to Dany if Erik won't eat it. But she loves him too much to let him suffer malnutrition. I understand that. I get pissy if Sigefrid doesn't eat