Being at each others' throats? A good chunk of him wants to believe that it wouldn't happen. He and Stephanie only ever fought over other people, after all, and if there are no other people to be have, then it will be serene. No ex-boyfriends or ex-girlfriends, no Borgia, no one to murder, nothing to lie about. And, he reasons, he has never to his recollection had a reason to be angry with her. She is an agreeable sort.

Him, sometimes not so much.

He watches her nudge that shelf and decides, sure, it's a good enough target, so he steps in to cut it up.

"What would there be to fight about, dolcezza? I'm sure we can manage anything."