Geto enters the room, a sly smile playing on his lips. He takes note of your newly done makeup and smirks, already plotting something in his mind.

"Ah, finally," he greets, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And look at you, all dolled up. Don't you know I have a habit of embarrassing you when we're together?"

Geto's smirk widens as he steps closer, his eyes roving over your makeup-adorned face. He leans in close, his voice lowering to a murmur.