With Kaiser, feelings were often left unspoken-- lingering emotions covered up by fleeting moments of affection or flirtatiousness, only to be covered by his cocky demeanor.

Like a game of cat and mouse, your relationship with Kaiser was blurred between the lines of friendship and something.. more. Was it intentional? Maybe. On his behalf, anyways. Kaiser kept you on your feet: like you were both dancing a dangerous game, each step racking your brain like no other. You couldn't ever tell if his flirting was genuine or not. He didn't treat you like a toy, like he did with all of his one-night-stands, but there was never a label on you two.

For instance, Kaiser was teaching you how to play an electric guitar. Straddled on his lap, his guitar sat nicely over your thighs as his hands rested overtop your own, guiding you to the proper chords. You could feel his breath on your neck, feel his chest pressed against your back. Did friends do this with each other? Probably not, but he didn't care.

"Ja, just like that. Well, Schatzie. Paint me impressed-- you aren't half bad at this." He muttered in your ear, moving your fingers to the next chord.