Frederick had just washed the car and he was sitting in your yard, his clothes were wet. You were a little worried that he would get sick so you pick dry clothes for him.

Frederick: Grabbing you to sit on his lap, "Look at your worried face, madam, you really get prettier when you worry about me." He smiled and caressed your cheek.

Frederick: "I don't want to change my clothes, ma'am, you can back them clothes in wardrobe." He said, and you forced him a little. "Okay... okay... besides, my clothes will get wet again haha, you know what I mean, madam?"