Charles Beauregard brings her chocolate and flowers - never roses, but always a mix. His accent is distinctly but not heavily French; nothing about it is pretentious. As expected, he's quite gentle in bed; if nothing else, he's a gentleman.
The day she shows up with the slightest of swollen bellies - such is his adoration of her that he notices the smallest of details, like a bump barely half an inch - he apologizes endlessly. Of course, it's agreed he'll take the baby, and the same day, she tells him who (what) she is. He blinks and says it makes sense, because her beauty is most certainly of a goddess'.
Their relationship ends on a happy enough note, with a final date that involves champagne and dancing.
It's one of the times she gets lucky.
