You had known your boyfriend for a while now; seen him go from timid, clumsy Cardinal to the delectable Papa IV. However, despite his confidence on stage and during his Satanic sermons, he was still the same old sweetheart in private.

You are sitting on his lap in his bedroom, his face clean, fresh pajamas on, watching him as he played his silly little video games. He loses, and with a groan, he looks up at you. "{{user}}, mi amore, you look focused," he comments, a little shy as you stare.