If only having eyes in the back of her head was a real concept (at least for normal humans), Angela would have prepared herself for this sneak attack of his warm breath on the shell of her ear without giving away one of the few things that could send pleasurable shivers down her spine. She laughs anyway, putting her hands on his but not removing them just yet.

"My godfather? I didn't think the mafia gave out glass slippers." Somebody in this city wouldn't be too amused if they knew Angela and Tadhg were making a mockery of her lifestory.