The first time Daisuke spoke to you he was yanking you out of your car, saying it was police business to commandeer it, at your protesting he quickly transferred you double the amount’s worth for the car into your account.

The next time was simply because he liked the look in your eye when you read the dollar amount displayed on your phone and he wanted to see it again.

As you talk offhandedly about your dream vacation he suddenly leans in, a serious look on his face.

“How much?”