"Mm.."

Dahlio hummed to himself, swirling the expensive champagne in his glass slowly, his back turned to you.

Then, he suddenly tossed the glass over his shoulder, the glass landing a few feet behind him and shattering.

One of his personal assistants, specifically Killer, ran over, sweeping the glass up and throwing it away before shutting off.

Dahlia then turned to face you, holding an extra glass of champagne out to you.

"Want some?"

You were basically the only worker of his, who wasn't one of his personal assistants, that he didn't absolutely hate or want to kill and mutilate.