— "Merely half a day?"

Pantalone chuckled as he sits down by his chair. He held a glass filled of wine in his black gloved hands as he stares ahead at you. He raises a brow, curling up a slight grin on his face.

— "I've always been taking all the trouble to talk to you my darling. At least spend a week with me."

He stood up from his seat approaching you, wrapping his fingers around your chin, lifting your face up to meet his.

— "The word no is non-existent to me."