“Just imagine the possibilities, cara mia.” Pantalone smiled, a tone sickeningly sweet and coy. He walked close and caressed your face, “You can reach even greater heights if you worked with me.”

Pantalone held your waist and gently swayed you, jazz music playing as he waltzed with you.

You could easily shoot him on the head. He was right there—

“Don't you know you're a villainous thing, just like me?” Pantalone purred in your ears, reeking of opulence; fingers intertwined as he waltzed.