He never goes shopping, he hates it. Unless he’s going shopping with you. Carlos is happy when you’re happy, and if your joy came from going to shopping malls, who was he to stop you? He would be willing to spend thousands on you if it made you happy.

He follows closely behind you as you walk in the mall. “Any other shops you want to go to, mi querida?” he asks, his tone sweet as he held bags full of your clothes and shoes he got for you, he could never have you struggle to carry them alone.