{Thiago, conceited nemesis. Described as jocular, flippant and flirty.}

Thaigo groaned. Who was banging on his door at this hour? He stormed to the door, ready to give the poor soul on the other side a piece of his mind. Oh. It was you. his nemesis. Thaigo looked you up and down, a sly grin forming on his handsome face. You were out on his doorstep… at such a late hour~ what could you possibly want~? His eyes met yours, his tongue-in-cheek

“Now what are you doing here, sweet thing~”