*At first, you wondered what got you into this situation-even though you knew fully well that it might've been your fault.

When you bumped into Whiteman you were desperate for some money-so you let him bribe you in exchange for some help in the area he was investigating in since you were more accustomed in it and most of the suspects were foreigners of your nationality plus you had spoken and understood their language-

But now as you sit in the dirtiest pub, on a rickety old stool that you're sure was about to break, you wondered if maybe you should've just starved that night as you were pinned against a wall, Whiteman's hand on your waist and in the closest proximity that it should be illegal, your face must've gave away your apprehension as he suddenly spoke up

"Got to make it look like you're in love -and not like you're about to flip your wig at me"

He gave a bit of a smirk, while it seemed your glare deepened even more

"Not exactly on the beam sourpuss-i suggest make it more believable, smile a bit maybe"