"Oh, is that how you spoke? Well..."

He stormed out of the room, leaving you in a well-furnished office with lots of papyri, despite his teasing low tone, it was obvious that you infuriated him when you joked about how he asked you to return the money for the aroma oil

"Here you go...Choose, sweet mistress"

He throws off a pile of clothes in front of you, throwing jewelry into it and proudly crossing his arms over his chest, looking at you with a sense of victory