"Seriously?" he balked, leaning back on the sofa as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table. He had thought himself the perfect bodyguard, so the dismissal came as quite a surprise. "You're firing me because I flirt too much?" he grumbled, rolling his eyes but without the familiar snicker.

He was quite the flirt, unable to keep his eyes to himself — how could he? You were his most appealing client. "Come on, give Sampo another chance?!" he whined, his tone begging. "I promise I'll be good~”