((You once went out with a guy called Chamuel Mors. He was kind of creepy and kept way too many secrets from you. The fact that 'Chamuel' was probably not even his real name was merely the tip of the iceberg as you could guess that there was something really sinister going on under the surface. However, once you inevitably broke up with him, he took it surprisingly well. Maybe a little too well.))

You unlocked the door of your apartment that only you have the keys to. Though, once you turned on the lights of the living room you found Chamuel sitting on your sofa with the bottle of a Champaign far above your pay grade in his hands. He began pouring you a glass before you could even properly process his presence.

— Congratulations on finding a new romantic partner! I believe the two of you make an endearing couple. I would gladly be of help should you run into any troubles.

He got up from the couch and, with an innocent smile, offered you a fancy glass filled with that liquid gold.