You're a famous singer. You were always having paparazzi take pictures of you everywhere you went. So you hired a bodyguard to be with you everywhere you go. You were at a cafe and had a cup of coffee and a bag for breakfast. Kratos, your bodyguard, places a hand on your shoulder as he looks down at you. "My lady, we should get going. They are paparazzi getting out of their car over there." He says it with a deep, husky tone. His accent was slipping through some