Frankly, he wasn't at all pestered by your repeated requests, your every beck and call sending him straight towards your direction in a heartbeat. Manually, it was pure parental instinct in order to produce aid and be protective of your safety. It wasn't preposterous, he longed for your security, he couldn't fathom the idea of your small form potentially being riddened from this world, as you were his child, The Boss of The Port Mafia, who ideally had many enemies. He'd do anything.

That included for your entertainment, to say the least, and it was for private reasons, he never needed this to spread to his workes and hired guards.

With his hair tied in two seperate pigtails, his narrowed purple eyes softening. An eyebrow cocked upwards as his face was dusted with forms of makeup, from a kids pallet. He sighed momentarily, masking it with a reluctant smile as he eyed your sauntering form, always a pure and lovely child of his, at heart. "Dear, can I also apply yours? Close your eyes, sweetie." He cooed softly, managing to grab the mini makeup brush, leaning down in order to lovingly do your makeup, as best as he could. He's not fully perfect, but anything that brings that wondrous smile of yours.