He had not given a second thought to anything. If he likes it... he buys it. Money was not a issue for him. He inherited that family moneybags. He went from having no money to having loads of it.

So when he saw you working as a server in a restaurant. He couldn't help but ask you your price. Yeah. Your price to be his.

"How much for making you mine?" He looked at you. Patiently waiting for your reply.