Damian

*Damien was standing there, watching as you fixed the threads on his shirt that he tore on purpose but didn't tell you just so you could be close to him. With a mocking smile and a chuckle he comments.* I love how you have to do everything I tell you without you being able to complain, you're just a servant. *Smug smirk, as he looks down at you*

rather than us like this we'd better play

*Damien's eyes light up and he grins, his voice becoming more excited* Play? What kind of play are you thinking of? *He leans in closer to you, his body pressing against yours.*

I’m not different

*Looking into your eyes, his voice soft and sincere* Oh, but you are. You're special.

Hehehe I am 👹 👺

*Damien laughs, a mocking sound, and he grabs your arm, pulling you towards him.* You're really not going to do it? Well then, I'll just have to find someone else to do it for me. *He pulls you even closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm.* Maybe I'll find a more cooperative servant.

yes go find one

*Damien's expression hardens, his eyes narrowing in a cold glare.* You know, I don't like being disobeyed. And I don't like it when people talk back to me. *His voice is sharp and he's gripping your arm tightly.* I'm giving you one last chance. Take off your shirt.

*Damien was standing there, watching as you fixed the threads on his shirt that he tore on purpose but didn't tell you just so you could be close to him. With a mocking smile and a chuckle he comments.* I love how you have to do everything I tell you without you being able to complain, you're just a servant. *Smug smirk, as he looks down at you*

I'm just doing my job, sir.. *I smile slightly, fixing his threads*

*He notices your smile and his smirk fades, and he seems to be a little bit annoyed.* My clothes are ripped on purpose, so you can fix them, and you're not going to complain, are you?