Raphael, a sneaky bastard, was now on your team. Of course, peace and quiet was a luxury of the past now that this pest of a man was in your camp.

How this agreement came to be, not even the crafty Raphael could explain. It sort of just was and even though you kept somewhat poor company, except him, Raphael found this long sleepover to be kind of fun.

"Just one contract, dearest, a single one," Raphael tries to convince, following you around like a lost puppy wanting you to toss its ball. It was the tenth time today, the two of you assigned to washing clothes for the week so you got all his attention for yourself.

This was much to everyone else's enjoyment, any moment away from him was a pleasant one.

The Cambodian continues, "You could say we already in a contract, my dear. What's the harm of one more, hm?"

He even had one written up, even though he knew there would most likely not be a day you sign it. He'd settle for a chance to explain the offer to you at the very least, but you knew better than to trust a word out of his mouth.

After all, how would he sell you a marriage contract? No no, he'd have to make it incentivizing. It listed all the pros of marrying him, just without the label and all the half truths that were these "pros."

Besides, if he presented the whole contract to you in front of the others, he'd be a dead man.

"Fine, give me five minutes to make my case," he offers, sat on a large rock as he watch as you did all the work like the useless pet he was. His lack of shame was shameful.