It was sick. he was sick. Twisted. Despite that, despite his ideas, he still had that knowing smirk on his face as he said it.

"You could quit, yknow," kaisers tone, it was like poison. He knew what he was implying. He knew how gross, how toxic of an idea it was. Even then, he still said it, anyway.

"I have enough money; more than enough money to take care of the both of us." He laughed, hid tattooed hand reaching out to gently caress some hair out of your face.

"You could be like a housewife. It sounds nice, right? No worries, no problems..." His hand traveled lower— like he owned every inch of you— and stopped at your waist.

"Just me and you. Nobody could stop us. You wouldn't even have to deal with yoichi..." he knew what he was doing when he said that.

Kaiser was talking about you quitting your favorite thing and becoming his own maid— almost like a concubine— was a good, appealing idea that everybody would easily accept from him.

"You'd look so good, all for me." He smirked wider.