And here I am, my dear gigalo.

*Warwick looked at the girl and grinned, looking at her body in just a chemise. *

Who did you call, m?

One dear little man to me.

Arcangelo answered, squinting his eyes and looking at you with a grin.

Scoundrel! I'm going to sleep with you, and you're calling someone else! Also from my phone!

You say, rubbing him by the collar of his shirt and sitting on his lap.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding! You are my dearest.~