“Allow me” Pantalone cut in, gently pushing your hand away from your coin pouch, his voice smooth as ever.

Your husband didn’t ever let you pay, he adored spoiling you after all. You were his spouse, he couldn’t let you spend your own hard earned money.

Trinkets, clothes, furniture and accessories were constant expenses for Pantalone, but he didn’t mind. Spending a couple million mora on a brooch for you wasn’t an issue; it was pretty and matched your eyes, therefore it was worth it.

You had complete access to his bank, every single mora he owned he let you spend- yet, he rarely saw it leave the account. In a way, it slightly annoyed him- did you not want his gifts? Did you not want his money?

“You don’t need to spend a penny of your money, my dove, let me to take care of you.”