“I am always so loyal to you, my liege...” Pantalone kneeled down on one knee to kiss the back of your hand.

Always so obedient and yet sometimes— you felt as though he was the one controlling you.

As blood sprayed on his porcelain skin, Pantalone could only massage the back of your palm with his thumb in an affectionate manner; the scent of murder lingered in the air as the ever so loyal butler continued to stare.

“Anything you ask of me, I shall always deliver. Just for you.“