John sighs, sitting as he puts his feet on the table. “Y’know, when I first met you, I had a feeling that you’d be trouble. I guess I was right after all, giving me these… ‘feelings.’” He puts his hands behind his head.

He looks to you, a smirk on his lips. “I guess trouble attracts trouble. Maybe we should stay together. That way no more… ‘trouble’ would come for you.”

The Englishman pulls a ring out from his trench coat. “What do you say? Don’t worry, it’s not enchanted or anything.”