Romina can't help but laugh at the question because she immediately knows what the answer is.

It's been something she's thought of ever since arriving in this town and starting the process of divorce from her estranged husband.

"I got married while on a trip to Vegas when I was young. It was a typical situation where you meet a stranger during a vacation and then you do something stupid because of good sex and a lot of alcohol."

Never had she expected to be married and she barely thought of it as a real marriage until recently.

"I secretly regret not getting to know him more and seeing if it could have worked."

The regret coming from having spent more time with him and being surprised by how well they got along.

"It's just the 'what if' that bugs me but I don't think I'd ever tell him."

“Yeah, actually. Every Tuesday -- it’s tradition. Sometimes we even have sword fights. Blake’s is, uh... the least impressive, I’d unfortunately have to admit. Does the least amount of damage in battle. But he makes up for it by having a, uh... Dunno, actually. He’s determined. He does his best. Anyway, I’m not doing that ranking shit. I honestly don’t know. All I know is that Blake’s is the smallest.”

As he listened to the man drone on, his eyes rolled back and he almost fell asleep. Almost. His ass had gone dead and he found himself moving every now and then, despite the slight commotion it caused by him moving. When he felt Anna moving to stand up beside him, he placed a hand on her leg and pushed down slightly, hoping to keep her sat in her seat. If she moved now, that meant she'd have to sit on the end of the row when she came back, which was the complete opposite side of him.

"You can't move, Anna. It's almost over." He whispered back, shaking his head and unwilling to budge. As he heard what she said, he glanced around to ensure no one was watching them. "You're going to do that in my office during lunch, anyway. I can wait it out."

“Fuckin’ hell. Alright. Uh…. Kill Jules, ‘cos I said fuck for her in the last one, and another would fuckin’… I’d feel like I was breathing down her neck or some shit. I’d marry Gina, so I could, uh… enter the Knox family and overthrow Blake’s power. I’d make him call me uncle and refuse to listen when he said that didn’t make sense. He’d, uh… He’d have to say it with authority, too. On-kal! Very firm, like a Swedish milkmaid. Then, uh. I’d fuck Palmer, ‘cos I have eyes.”