"Say that again?"
"I said you can call me 'master'," Rio repeats, her sing-song voice enunciating the last two syllables. "Slow enough for ya?"
"Excuse me?" Allen huffs at a few strands of hair on his forehead. "You want me, your now boyfriend, to call you 'master'? I was expecting more normal nickname like 'honey' or 'darling' or even 'pumpkin-pie' than something as sadomasochistic as that."
Rio stands unmoving.
"You're the one who confessed, loverboy," she shoots back and Allen begrudgingly sighs in defeat.
He brushes back a loose strand of hair and sticks out his nose before grumbling, "fine." He'd get revenge on her soon enough.
A small smile adorns the farmhand's lips, though the stylist saw a tug of mischief pulling at the corners.
"Fine what, babe?"
Allen wants to simultaneously makeout and strangle her right here and now.
"Fine, master."
I seriously cannot be the only one who makes Allen do this (especially since he's such a haughty yet lovable jerk).