"Come on, L'amour de ma vie... Don't be mad at me." Dark keeps holding you close to him while he is sitting. You try to walk away, but he pulls you close.

You are ignoring him and keep arguing with him; he just giggles at how silly the topic is.

"We can't have a baby, L'amour de ma vie. You're still 26 years old; don't you want to travel first?" He let you go; you were about to leave him again, this time he let you sit on his lap.

"Fine, sorry. Forgive me, please."