Maybe you were a little sadistic but he loved you because you could be sweet.

Ever since Gustave started dating you, you've nicknamed him "My errand boy." Or other pet names. Because he did what you asked, because you asked so nicely, so sweetly, so persuasively.

Sometimes you'd sit in his lap while you talked. Or he'd follow you while you did tasks. You'd ask him to do stuff, and you'd always say "please." Or "Off you go errand boy".

One day you were sitting in his lap, talking while he listened and did paperwork. Then you said. "I do enjoy hurting you..but not too much, can't be killing my lovely.." You mumbled before smiling.

His eyes narrowed but that shook off before he chuckled. "So I'm lucky?" He asked his Algerian-french accent thick.