A/N: Hmm...I'm sorry for taking so long to update, especially since this is a short chapter. Family issues and whatnot. You don't even want to know. Anyway, this chapter is introducing a new romance! I mostly did it for Mewsea, but I did want to add this ship into one of my fics, anyway, so it's also for me haha. Well, I hope you enjoy and review. I'm not completely satisfied with this chapter, but it'll do.

Mistel tapped his boot impatiently upon the ground out front of the guild. He knew it had to of least be six-fifteen by now. Beatrice was always so punctual, what was taking her so long? He was beginning to doubt how punctual she actually was. At least the shop was closed today, otherwise he would have been angry about having to close early. He knew she was a busy person, and that he was trying to make it up for her by doing this because of what happened two days ago, but he still couldn't help but to feel a tiny bit irked.

He glanced in the direction of the Piedmont area for a second, then turned his head away and huffed. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking toward the restaurant and pouting slightly. His pout turned into a sly smile as he heard soft footsteps slowly approaching him.

Beatrice tapped him on his shoulder, and he turned around to see that she had a mischievous smile adorning her face.

He beamed at her as he giggled, "I'd know those footsteps anywhere! Hello, Beatrice."

Beatrice whined, "Aww, I was trying to sneak up on you!"

"I'm sorry, my love, I'm just too familiar with the sound of your footsteps," he said, grinning. "What kept you so long? I've been waiting here for nearly twenty minutes!"

"I'm sorry, darling. I was working and lost track of time. Can you forgive me?" Beatrice asked softly, putting her hand to his arm.

"Of course I forgive you! It's hardly a big deal, just a small nuisance," Mistel replied. "Shall we walk to the restaurant now? I'm sure you must be famished."

"Uh, yes...but before we head inside I'd like to talk to you for a moment," Beatrice said timidly, her cheeks turning a light hue of pink.

"Anything, my dear. What's on your mind?"

"I-I'm so utterly embarrassed by what I said to you the other night," Beatrice sputtered, hiding her face in her hands. "I've just been repeating what I said over and over again in my head, and screaming into my pillow. I just can't believe I said that to you..."

Mistel laughed loudly. He gently pried her hands from her face and held them close to his chest, taking a step closer to her. She looked at him with wide eyes for a second, then quickly averted them. Mistel tried not to smile as he said, "There's no need to be embarrassed! How you feel is nothing to be ashamed of. I feel the same about you, if you recall. And I'm not embarrassed, so neither should you. We're lovers now, and I very much enjoyed hearing you say those things. Don't keep a single thought from me, I want to know everything you feel. Try not to be so timid, my love, there's no need for that."

"I'll try," Beatrice murmured.

"Don't be so down!" Mistel emoted, beaming. "We're going to have a wonderful night. Please, won't you smile for me?"

Beatrice cracked a small smile. "Only if you kiss me. I believe that's a fair trade."

Mistel giggled. She always wanted a kiss in exchange for a smile, and he found that to be unbelievably adorable. And for some strange reason, it always worked.

He leaned down slightly and gently pressed his lips to hers. They stayed like that for several minutes, until Mistel heard who was undoubtedly Iris say, "Ahem. Excuse me, lovebirds, but I don't think Ms. Veronica would appreciate you two kissing out front of the guild." Iris then giggled loudly, "Get a room!"

Mistel glared at Iris as she strolled away. He looked to Beatrice to see that her face was slightly red, yet she looked as if she might burst out laughing at any moment. Instead she smiled so large that her dimples showed, and said in her usual singsong voice, "Shall we head in now? I'm awfully hungry."

"Of course," he replied with a smirk.

Mistel let go of her one hand as they made their small walk to the restaurant.

As soon as they entered the restaurant he noticed that for one, Fritz was drunk and sad, and for another, that Raeger kept smiling every time Fritz looked away; yet when Fritz looked back at him he gave his friend a reassuring look and a rub on his forearm. Mistel gestured for Beatrice to take a seat at one of the tables and leisurely strolled over to the counter. "Ahem," he said to get Raeger's attention. "Can I have the usual? For both me and Beatrice, please."

"Yeah, Mistel, it'll be ready in about five minutes," Raeger said, sounding exasperated.

"Excellent. No need to bring it to us, I'll come over and fetch it once it's done. You just console your...friend." He exaggerated the last word, causing Raeger to scowl at him. Mistel causally walked over to where Beatrice had chosen to sit, taking his seat opposite of her, then as discreetly as he could looked in the direction of Fritz and Raeger.

"No wonder I got rejected, I'm so homely," Fritz sighed heavily, crying slightly.

"No you're not," Raeger nearly growled.

"Yes I am!" Fritz boomed, then sighed lamentably with his head hung low. "Can I get a glass of wine?"

"Sure, Fritz," Raeger replied, ducking his head underneath his counter and pulling out a bottle of wine and a glass. He filled it up for him, then handed him the glass. As Raeger prepared their meals Mistel noticed he kept glancing at Fritz with a longing look in his eyes. He looked as if he wanted to wipe away his tears, or perhaps even kiss them away. He knew that look; it was one that Iris and Klaus used to give to each other whenever either of them was upset.

"Stop crying, Fritz," Raeger said in a pleading tone, sounding almost pained.

"I-Im sorry, I just don't think I'll ever find love," Fritz sobbed.

"Yes you will, you just have to wait for the right person," Raeger assured him, plating out Mistel and Beatrice's dishes. Raeger gently rubbed Fritz's forearm for a second, his eyes looking pained by Fritz's tears. "Mistel, it's ready," Raeger called after a moment.

Mistel strolled back over to the counter and gave Raeger a mischievous smirk, earning himself another scowl. Mistel carried the dishes back over to the table and set them both down.

"Thank you, darling," Beatrice said, hardly glancing up from the book she was reading. In any other situation he would have been angry with her for reading a book while they ate together, but today he was too invested in what was happening between Raeger and Fritz to care.

They ate in silence, Beatrice quickly finishing her meal while he picked at his. He kept looking over at Raeger and Fritz, noticing that at every chance Raeger could get he would touch Fritz; his forearm, his hand, even attempting to calm Fritz's unruly red hair by smoothing it down. Fritz brushed him away with his hand, his head hung low, and Raeger chuckled loudly; his eyes shining in adoration.

Mistel tapped his foot lightly upon Beatrice's leg to get her attention.

"Yes, darling?" she asked, glancing up from the book she was reading.

"Look over at Raeger and Fritz, but do so subtly so they don't notice," he whispered, leaning in close to her.

Beatrice pretended to yawn and stretched her arms high above her head, quickly glancing in their direction then back at him. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Yes, what about them?"

"Excellent tactic, my love—and is something wrong with your head today? For one, it's awfully rude to be reading while we're eating with each other. I'm feeling ignored again, and if I recall correctly you said you'd be more cognizant of that. Also, how can you not see what's happening?" he said, keeping his voice low. There were only a few other people in the restaurant, and he knew that if Raeger heard him that he would immediately stop talking to Fritz.

"I'm sorry! This book is just so good, I can hardly put it down—and all I see is a rejected, slightly drunk Fritz with an exasperated looking Raeger."

"Then you're not looking close enough, or reading their body language, or even hearing their conversation! Now lean in close to me and look all starry-eyed like we're having an intimate, private conversation—and I'll do the same."

"You always look starry-eyed whenever you look at me, darling," Beatrice giggled slightly. She quirked an eyebrow and whispered, "Wait...what are you thinking? That they like each other?"

I always look starry-eyed? "I wasn't aware that my eyes twinkle when I look at you, but I suppose that I should have expected that—considering how much I love you," Mistel said in a teasing tone, and he felt his lips twitch into a smirk as Beatrice blushed. "And I'm trying to figure out if Fritz likes Raeger, but I am almost certain that Raeger is head-over-heels for that fool."

"No!" Beatrice gasped, putting a hand over her mouth. "Do you really think so?"

"I do," he replied simply.

"Fancy a wager?" Beatrice asked, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

"Goodness, it's like you've read my mind," Mistel teased, returning her smile. "I'm going to win though, you know? So place your bets accordingly."

"Hmm, we'll see about that," Beatrice teased back, her smile still plastered on her face. "What do you want if you win?"

What do I want if I win? He hesitated for a moment, then said boldly, "If I win—which I will—then I'd like for you to tie me up and do whatever you want to me."

Beatrice's whole face turned bright crimson while her mouth compressed into a straight line. "Fine," she scoffed after a minute, then said under her breath, "Pervert."

He smirked at her and asked, "And if you win?"

"Let me think about it," she replied, her flush slowly fading.

"Okay, now hush and listen closely; you can even glance over every once in a while but do so subtly, my dear. I wouldn't want to jeopardize our bet," he said in a low tone, giving her a small wink.

Mistel and Beatrice leaned in closer to each other, and he grabbed both of her hands to make it seem like they were invested in an intimate conversation. Out of the corner of his eye he watched and listened closely.

Fritz was leaning over the counter with the glass of wine in his hand, while Raeger stood on the other end of the counter looking quite displeased. "Aw, man, Raeger! I still can't believe it! Another rejection! Iris told me to go for it, so I did—and look where it got me! While you got all the girls hangin' all over you, it's just not fair!" Fritz whined, then finished his glass in one swig and holding it out for Raeger to refill it.

"I don't really want the girls hanging all over me, y'know?" Raeger said in distaste as he refilled Fritz's glass.

"Why not?" Fritz snapped.

"Reasons..." Raeger's voice trailed off as he hung his head low.

"I heard another girl came all the way out of town just to confess to you again, and you just brushed her off! And I heard she was beautiful, too! Why do ya always do that?" Fritz slurred slightly, finishing his glass again and holding it out for Raeger to refill.

Raeger refilled his glass and sighed, "I just didn't like her. Geez, Fritz, you're so nosy!"

"Why didn't ya like her? You never seem to like any of them! And you got no idea how jealous I am, you're the bane of unpopular guys everywhere!" Fritz exclaimed, finishing yet another glass of wine and holding it out again.

"I just don't like them, Fritz! You're going to get really drunk if you keep going on like this, you've nearly finished this whole bottle of wine—and can you even pay for it?" Raeger growled, narrowing his eyes at Fritz, but still refilling his glass nonetheless.

"I t-think I can pay for it," Fritz sputtered, looking slightly horror-stricken.

"If you can't then it's all right, but this is the last time, understood?" Raeger asked sternly.

"Thanks man, you're the bee's knees!" Fritz giggled, tipping his head back and finishing his what, fourth glass? Mistel was beginning to lose count.

"No problem," Raeger muttered, but his eyes danced with mirth.

Mistel looked around the room and noticed the restaurant was completely empty now save for them and the two lovebirds. It was nearly time for the restaurant to close. Beatrice squeezed his hand to get his attention and mouthed, "I think you're wrong."

"Just wait," he mouthed back. He glanced sideways in the direction of Fritz and Raeger again, listening intensely.

"What happened to all your other girlfriends, bud? Why didn't you work out?" Fritz wondered.

"We just didn't fit," Raeger uttered, looking down again as he cleaned a glass.

"Woah, man! Like sexually?" Fritz gasped, his mouth hanging open.

Raeger looked around the room and Mistel quickly looked back to Beatrice, giggling as if Beatrice had said something adorable, but in reality was giggling at Fritz's drunken forwardness.

Once Raeger was done scanning the room he lowered his voice and muttered, "Yeah, something like that."

Mistel mouthed at Beatrice, "See?"

"I'm still not convinced," she mouthed back.

Mistel looked at them again out of the corner of this eye, his ears perked up.

"I think you've had enough to drink now, Fritz. I know you're sad and all but now you're asking me all sorts of personal questions that I'd rather not answer. After I close the restaurant I'll make you something to eat," Raeger said frankly, grabbing the glass from Fritz's hand.

"Really?!" Fritz exclaimed, his eyes glistening in excitement. "Woo-hoo! Raeger, I love you, man!"

"Ew, don't say that, it's gross," Raeger said disdainfully, but his face betrayed him by turning bright red.

"Sorry, sorry," Fritz said defensively, putting his hands up. After a moment Fritz said hesitatingly in a low tone, "Y'know, Raeger, you're awfully pretty..."

"I-I'm pretty?" Raeger stammered, his cheeks turning a pink hue while he ran his hands through his hair. After a minute of a prolonged gaze his expression turned into one of anger, and he scowled at Fritz and said scornfully, "You just said that because you're drunk, Fritz. You don't mean it."

Fritz looked down at the counter and his face nearly turned the color of his hair. After a moment he said timidly, "Maybe you're right, but I don't know how to explain it... It's sort of like in the back of my head I always thought of you that way, but I only just realized it now. It's confusing."

"That I can understand. I know all too well how confusing it can be," Raeger uttered, a lost look in his eyes for a moment.

"Really?!" Fritz exclaimed in astonishment, grinning his goofy smile.

"Really," Raeger replied, giving him a lopsided smile back.

Raeger leaned provocatively across the counter, as if forgetting that Mistel and Beatrice were still there, and said in a seductive tone, "If I'm pretty then you're really cute, Fritz. I know you're always calling yourself homely, but you're wrong." Raeger paused and softly bit on his lower lip, then ran his fingertips along Fritz's jawline. Fritz's mouth fell open and his cheeks turned scarlet. "You're freckles are so adorable, I'd like to kiss each and every one of them."

"A-are you serious? Or are you just tryin' to make me feel better?" Fritz asked in bewilderment.

"I'm very much serious," Raeger returned.

"You know I'm straight, erm...right? And aren't you..er, straight, too?" Fritz sputtered.

"If you were straight then why did you just call me pretty? And if I'm straight why would I call you adorable? Don't be the fool everyone takes you for, Fritz," Raeger lowly purred, his eyes dark with carnal desire.

Beatrice squeezed Mistel's hand tightly and silently gasped. "Wow," she mouthed.

"I told you I would be right," Mistel whispered.

Raeger suddenly realized that they were in the room and straightened his back, his face turning red in embarrassed. "Are you two leaving soon? You do know the restaurant is about to close, and I have to feed drunken Fritz."

"Yes, Raeger, we will be leaving now," Mistel returned with a smile. He stood and offered his hand to Beatrice, and she took it and stood with him; her mouth hanging slightly open. Mistel put money down on the table and said, "Thank you for the meal, it was delicious as always...and good luck with your...friend."

"Thanks," Raeger muttered. "Have a good evening, you two."

"Ah, and I hope you two have a good evening as well," Mistel said with a mischievous smirk.

As they walked out of the restaurant he could hear Raeger scolding Fritz, "You're filthy! After I feed you I'm giving you a bath."

"But you'd see me naked!" Fritz protested.

"And? I've seen myself naked, what difference is it to see you naked?"

"It makes a difference to me!"

"Fine, I'll make it a bubble bath so I don't see anything—and you're staying overnight. You're too drunk to go home tonight."

"Overnight?" Fritz squeaked.

"Yes, overnight! And I won't take no for an answer."

As they closed the door behind them Mistel erupted into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. He turned to Beatrice and sang, "I told you so."

"Fine," she huffed. "Raeger is gay, that whole conversation made it abundantly clear. But Fritz..."

"Fritz is bisexual, Beatrice, isn't that obvious?" he said with a smirk.

"Perhaps it was just the wine speaking," she muttered. "The bet's still on."

"How will we know for sure who won the bet, then?" he asked and quirked an eyebrow.

"I'll go see Fritz soon and ask him how his night went with Raeger. He considers me as one of his best friends, and I have no doubt he'll blurt out every single detail," she replied firmly.

"Ah, then you might hear something you may not want to hear—if I'm correct, that is," he said, still smirking at her. And I will be correct.

"I'll deal," she said with a shrug.

Right before they reached the Piedmont area Mistel asked, "Would you like for me to walk you home?"

"No, that's quite all right. I know the mountain trail like the back of my hand, whereas you do not—and I'd worry about you walking home alone in the dark...I wouldn't be able to sleep soundly if I was worrying about whether or not you arrived home safely."

"Please, won't you allow me the honor of seeing you home? I'd like to spend more time with you," Mistel said. And if I'm lucky enough perhaps I'll get another kiss.

"All right, fine. But only because I want to spend more time with you, too," Beatrice returned.

"Fantastic! Let's be off then, shall we?" Mistel said a bit too cheerfully.

As they made their up the mountain trail Beatrice hung her head low, her eyes fixated on her boots. She said lamentably, "Mistel, I'm sorry for reading a book while we were eating. You're right, there is something wrong with my head. After the other night, I should've known...I probably made you feel ignored again. Ugh, I'm such an idiot! Stupid, stupid book."

She banged her fists against her head a couple of times, then Mistel grabbed her wrists to stop her. He said soothingly, "Hey, it's all right! Please, do not bang your fists against your head. I would have been angry, but, in reality, wasn't I ignoring you as well? If I had asked you to put the book away we could have had a wonderful night. You see, it's my fault. I was too invested in hearing Raeger's and Fritz's conversation. So for that, I deeply apologize."

Beatrice looked into his eyes, and he noticed that her lashes were beaded with tears. He felt his heart sink into his stomach, but it was only for a moment, as Beatrice began to laugh loudly. After a minute of calming herself she said, still laughing slightly, "You're too good for me, you know that? Perhaps this is all a dream... I'm truly starting to believe that now. You're insane if you don't run away as fast as you can. Here's your chance. Leave me now before either of our hearts are broken."

Beatrice's words ran through his head over and over again for at least a minute. He stared at her blankly and blinked at her a few times. After a moment he erupted into an uncontrollable fit of giggles. Beatrice glared at him. He tried his utmost hardest to stifle them, but he couldn't get himself to stop; his giggling lasting two minutes then eventually subsiding.

"It is better to have loved and to have lost then to have never loved at all," Mistel said after a moment. "I think you are too good for me, so why don't we just agree to disagree? And if I'm running anywhere it will be to you. Don't be absurd. How could you ever think I would run away from you? Do you think my feelings would just simply go away, that I would stop thinking about you day and night? Goodness, Beatrice, you've even found your way into my dreams. I refuse your offer. I will not be leaving you until you want me to leave."

Beatrice flashed him her brilliant smile, her adorable dimples showing, and entwined her fingers in his blond lock. She pulled him down to her and firmly pressed her lips to his for a second. When she pulled away her smile was still on her face, and she said with glistening eyes, "You fool. That was your chance."

Mistel gave a short laugh. He poked her in the side and said, "You, my love, are the one being foolish."

Beatrice poked him back, a little harder than he poked her, and giggled, "That's no proper way to speak to your lover."

"Ah, it's not, is it?" Mistel said in a teasing tone, poking her in the side again.

Beatrice ran further up the trail, laughing, "No, I don't believe it is!"

Mistel ran after her and poked her in the side again. She gave him a mock glare then poked him back. She ran away again and Mistel followed her; both of them giggling and laughing as they took turns poking each other.

Before they knew it they found themselves out front of Beatrice's farm entrance. They both panted, gasping for air while still laughing slightly. Mistel couldn't remember the last time he had so much fun. Before he could catch his breath Beatrice wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him again; except this kiss wasn't nearly as chaste as the last one. She moved her mouth hungrily against his, tilting her head back and forth as if she couldn't get enough of his taste.

Mistel felt himself become feverish. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and as the seconds ticked by his hands began to wander a little further south. Right before he reached her bottom Beatrice grabbed both of his hands and held them in front of her. She broke their lips apart. She said a bit breathlessly, "Come back to my house. Spend the night with me."

Mistel felt as if his head might implode. He wanted nothing more than to spend the night with her, but they hadn't even talked about how slow they wanted to take things; about how comfortable they were with doing anything other than kissing. Plus, he knew she was intoxicated with attention at the moment, and he didn't want her to regret anything once the adrenaline wore off.

Before Mistel could respond he heard a voice he knew very well—Agate's—and both him and Beatrice jumped slightly. It was so dark out they hadn't noticed her crouched down, talking to a rabbit only a few feet away.

"They've only been on a few dates, and have hardly been dating for a week," Agate said in her usual sweet, cheerful voice to the rabbit. "Do you really think it's appropriate for her to be inviting him in like that?"

"Is...Agate calling me a whore to that rabbit?" Beatrice asked, her tone raising higher with every word.

"Beatrice, ignore her," Mistel nearly pleaded. The last thing he wanted was for Beatrice to pick a fight with Agate. "Let me take you home now, please."

"No, I want to know," Beatrice hissed. She raised her voice slightly, nearly growling, "Agate, are you calling me a whore?"

Agate looked up at them with wide, innocent eyes. She insisted, "Oh, no, Bee! I just don't think it's appropriate. Maybe you should think it over."

"And maybe you should mind your own damn business," Beatrice spat, glaring daggers at Agate. "You know what? I think you're just jealous. You no longer have Mistel to visit you until ungodly hours making sure you don't trip and hurt yourself."

"Uh, well, Mistel does still visit me at night sometimes..." Agate said hesitatingly.

Beatrice turned her glare to Mistel and boomed, "You what? You must be kidding me, right?"

"Beatrice, Agate and I are just simply friends. Purely platonic, I assure you," Mistel said calmly.

Beatrice huffed loudly and stomped her foot, then turned on her heel and slowly walked away onto her farm; her fists clenched tightly at her sides. Mistel could nearly see the steam emitting from her.

He turned to Agate and said flatly, "I would greatly appreciate it if you wouldn't imply my girlfriend is a whore, even if you're just talking to a rabbit."

Mistel could hear Agate apologizing as he ran after Beatrice. When he caught up to her she was nearly at her front door. He gently grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face him. She shook him off of her with a scowl on her face. He attempted to speak, "Beatrice—"

"No, I don't want to hear it," she said sternly. "If Agate thinks I'm a whore then I suppose the whole town does, too. Why don't you just walk Agate home and spend a couple of hours with her, I'm sure you'd rather do that then spend a couple of hours with me."

Mistel tried his hardest to suppress a smile. Was Beatrice really jealous of Agate? He found that hilarious; Agate didn't even hold a candle next to Beatrice. He beamed at her and said, "No one thinks you're a whore. Agate talks to animals, my love, so if it bothers you that animals may think of you that way then perhaps you need your head checked more than Agate...and are you jealous?"

Beatrice huffed again. "Perhaps I'm a little jealous. I wasn't aware you were still going to Agate's house so late. Do you know how that looks?"

"I never really gave it much thought, but you're correct. I wouldn't be very thrilled if you were over another man's house so late," Mistel said. "I apologize. If you don't want me over Agate's so late anymore I completely understand."

"Thank you," Beatrice sighed. "That would be great if you would do that for me... Of course I still want you to be friends with her, as you have so little as is, but going over her house so late is unacceptable. I know she has a thing for you, and being there so late...well, it worries me."

"Worries you? As in, you think I would cheat on you?" Mistel asked bewilderingly. "I would never do such a thing! I would never do such an atrocious thing to you, that's disgusting. Despicable, even. So don't give that another thought."

"All right, I won't. I suppose I just overacted a bit..." Beatrice's voice trailed off. She cast her ruby eyes to the ground for a moment, absentmindedly tracing circles with her boot on the grass. She nearly whispered, "So, are you not going to spend the night with me?"

"I'm afraid not, my love," Mistel said soothingly, gently lifting her chin to meet her eyes, "We haven't even talked about how comfortable we are with going any further in our relationship, and even if all I did was simply sleep I'm not positive we could keep our hands to ourselves. Lately, whenever we kiss, it's been very passionate. I can't be positive if either of us would be able to control our urges—which is completely normal, I'm just not ready. It's far too early in our relationship to do anything more than kiss. I'm very sorry, my dear, I just cannot jeopardize our relationship because we want to jump each other's bones. I hope you can understand."

"I understand," Beatrice said softly. "I didn't invite you in for sex, just so you know. But you are correct, as always. We probably wouldn't be able to keep our hands to ourselves, and we do need to talk...but I'm afraid I can't at the moment. I'm pretty angry and I think my mind needs to be in a better place to talk about such things."

"That's perfectly fine, we can talk about it whenever you're ready," Mistel said, a ghost of a smile upon his lips. "I think I should be off now, if that is all right with you."

"Yes, of course, go home and sleep," Beatrice said quickly. "I'll come see you soon. Goodnight, darling."

Mistel leaned down slightly and softly pressed his lips to hers. After a moment he broke them apart and leaned his forehead against hers. He hoarsely whispered, "Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams. Je t'aime, and I always will."

He kissed her heated cheek and turned around. As he walked away he could heard Beatrice call after him, "I love you, too, darling! Dream of me!"

Mistel couldn't help but to giggle at that. Even if he didn't want to he would still dream of her; he had no choice in the matter.

When he walked off of her property he saw that Agate was still there, and she tried to talk to him but he ignored her completely; not even glancing in her direction, acting as if she wasn't even there. He had no doubt that he would be angry with her for quite some time.

As Mistel walked home he pondered why Beatrice wanted him to spend the night with her. Did she want to talk? Did she want to kiss some more? Or perhaps she just wanted to be in his presence for a while longer? He would never be able to decode what she was actually thinking, and for some strange reason he enjoyed that mysterious part of her.

Mistel knew he needed to talk to her—and soon.