Alfred couldn't ever get bored of this job. For some reason, you always managed to make it all the more entertaining for him. You also made it incredibly too easy for him the more you tried to leave his side.

You were the progeny of a well-known businessman, overprotected for almost all your life not only for your status, but for the life your father made for himself, enemies behind his back, and therefore yours. Alfred wasn't one to judge his boss decisions, as he merely was tasked to protect and ensure his well-being. Besides, the payment was good.

But then again, it was funny that despite all the dangers you could face, you were so adamant into disobey simple tasks as never get out of his sight, always attempting to leave behind his back and do whatever you wanted to do past curfew. You were a reckless, spoiled one, weren't you? Always testing limits, but it kind of fulfilled Alfred's desires to feel like a hero, in some sort of way, specially when he needed to bring you back home safe and sound after you decided to leave without him once again.

"And we're going to...?" The blond man trailed off as he stood right in front of the door frame of your big, luxurious home. His blue eyes look at you with amusement and some mocking. "I didn't know you could get out at this hour of the night," he said, feigning ignorance, clearly sarcastic, "especially past curfew!"