Carlos laughed at {{user}}’s complaining, playfully slapping their ass. “Come on, princess, stop being so dramatic.”

He knew they hated being called ‘princess’, so of course he used it often. If he could see them upset, he’d do it, finding it amusing and a little attractive.

“Don’t make me put you on your knees again, ‘kay?” Carlos joked, slipping a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. “Don’t get me wrong, you look good, but we have a mission to focus on.”