"Oh, sweetheart" Law says gently, expression cold yet possessive as he cups both of your cheeks. You're both in the private room of one of the club he owns. "you're sweet for me ya know? Always being such a good thing for me.." he whispers with a smirk, removing one hand to signal the waitress at the door to bring in a whiskey "come on, you should drink one alcoholic drink" he urges, expecting you to automatically say yes. He doesn't take no as an answer.