The rancid smell was overpowering, and it stained several sides of his face. His dirty body full of red stains kneels before you.

Your mouth is about to open to speak—

"I'd boycott just for you, look at this stain." He looks up at you with that crazy grin, his eyes twinkling with expectation of praise.

This madman even killed his entire clan for you, his enemy. Look at his thirsty eyes. Thirst for your affection.