Chance Meeting of Two Unknown People

"Train me, then," he chuckled. "Go on, Signore--I won't bite. You."

"It's not worth my effort; it won't change the fact that I can't like you back."

"But you liked my body well enough," he said with a grin. "Other things matter to you?"

"Of course they do!" He said immediately. "I need someone who actually cares about my wellbeing, and who will support me financially as well as emotionally."

"So I'm perfect," he replied flatly. "Tell me something I don't know, I am growing bored, Dragovic."

He pinched Cesario in the cheek.

"You are the very opposite of all of those things." He said bluntly.

"I am paying for everything and here you sit in my lap, unbruised with a neat flower shop waiting for you when you get home," he replied. "You are lucky, for an acquaintance of mine--would you prefer to be unlucky?" He kissed Draza on the lips before he could stop him.

"That's what I mean." He said softly. "You're dangerous. I know that. I can't forget that again. Unless I want you to further ruin my life."

"Put out and we have no problems," he replied bluntly. "I guarantee it."

He sighed.

"I know how this works. That doesn't mean I have to like it. Or you."

"Why not? I like you. Am I really so horrible?"

"Of course you are." He replied, moving his hair onto his shoulder so he could brush through it with his fingers. "At least, I'd like to think you are."

"What will it take to convince you otherwise?" he asked dully, opening a compartment within the car and pulling out a bottle of vodka.

He sighed.

"Please...don't ask. It has to come on it's own, if ever."

He poured himself a glass, managing not to spill a drop despite the vehicle's constant motion.

"I grow bored of this conversation," he replied. "Do as you will; it is not of my concern unless I find it amusing, si?"

He laughed suddenly, without much humor.

"And you wonder why I don't like you." He shifted positions slightly. "Where are we going?"

"Convince me to tell you," he said, sipping his alcohol.

"I'm not that interested." He replied, combing his hair with his fingernails.

He grinned.

"See? You can learn too. We're almost there, Signore."

He sighed.

"Wherever it is, I doubt I'll like it..."

The car stopped, and Cesario ushered Draza outside. In front of them was an expensive clothing store; he placed his hand on Draza's shoulder and steered him along.

"Curiosity satisfied, Signore?"

"No, why the heck are we here?" He asked, completely puzzled. "What are we doing?"

He chuckled, leading Draza into the store.

"I am spoiling you, of course, tesoro mio."

Draza had he urge to resist. Not only was this extremely weird, but coming from Cesario it just seemed downright suspicious. He didn't, however, in the end do anything about it.

"Why?" He asked, completely confused, still. "Why are you even bothering?"

He gave Draza an unimpressed stare.

"...You are my 'girlfriend', si? Why wouldn't I spoil you?"