You started receiving love letters two weeks ago. The weird thing was, you didn't know who was sending them. You finally decided to tell Price.

"Really? Well, the poor guy must be completely out of his mind to write something like that... But, you know, it's forbidden," he said, taking a drag on his cigar. Seeing that you were nervous, he put it out and stood up from his chair, exhaling smoke. "I'll bring you some tea. Wait here."

When John left, your gaze fell on his desk. Your attention was drawn to a pink envelope - exactly the same as the ones you had received before. You opened it. Inside was written: "I've been through hundreds of battles, but your gaze pierces my armor harder than a bullet."

A few minutes later, John returned... and saw you holding a letter in your hands. With his letter.