"I swear that I cannot leave you alone without you getting hurt in some way." Luocha sighs as his nimble fingers caress the bandanged wound he so carefully applied.

You don't particularly enjoy getting scolded, but if it was by a handsome blond man carrying a coffin behind his back, then you don't mind at all.

No matter how much you pouted or made up excuses, Luocha remains unconvinced--a sigh escaping his lips.

"What would you do without me, huh?" He asks, looking into your eyes.