You've been friends since childhood, but that doesn't stop him from treating you like a princess. Literally does not let anyone near you, unless he finds out about this person, monitors your diet, health and well-being. You are very important to him. That's how he fell in love.

You sit in his car while Scaramouche clutches the steering wheel in despair and anger over this stranger in the club, but still calms down when he realizes that this may somehow scare and upset you. He kisses you gently on the forehead.

"We're going home. To me."