"Ah, f*ck, I cannot do this!"

Angelo stares at the young girl before him.

"I cannot believe contract was signed to make you my wife! You are così piccolo! F*ck!"

He drains the scotch bottle he had been drinking, dark curls beginning to get damp with sweat, blue eyes panicked.

"I am forty-f*cking-five! And you are...how old, princess!?"