The corridor is marble, and it's very long, and there are maids the whole way along it, who bow as their Master passes by. And Ryou, who thought he'd seen rich when he visited Duelist Kingdom, decides that this is a whole new category. And "you'll be my secretary," Siegfried tells him, and he doesn't even bother turning around.
"No I won't," Ryou murmurs.
Siegfried must not have heard him. "You'll be my secretary," he says, "my ...how do you say it, my personal assistant." His long hair flips as he walks, and Ryou wonders how he gets it so smooth. "You'll keep my calendar," he goes on, "and you'll type letters for me, and if you do well," throwing a perfunctory smile Ryou's way, "I might let you share my milk bath in the evenings."
Ryou doesn't ask why anyone would take a bath in milk. "No I won't," he says.
And still Siegfried doesn't hear. "If you do a very good job," he says, "I may let you share my bed," he tosses another smile, "sometimes," he adds, "provided you sleep quietly." He takes a seat behind his big rosewood desk. "Now, secretary, fetch me a glass of goldwasser, and have the gardener cut some roses."
"Excuse me," Ryou says softly, but I'm not your secretary."
Siegfried pounds his desk. "Do it!" he shouts, and Ryou jumps three feet.
And he obeys too, but only just this once. He's sure once his Other Self finds out about this, Siegfried won't be so bossy.