Damian glanced at her sideways, a flicker of amusement in his eyes, as he reached out to pinch her rosy little face, "Acker the Puppy, if you get on the negotiation table, I'm afraid you'd reveal all your cards to the opponent before attaining any advantage."
Bella Acker cutely stuck out her tongue, wrinkling her nose, "You're not the opponent. Come on, Damian, are you going to tell me or not?"
Damian: "That depends on whether your performance satisfies me."
"Huh? Again, whether I can satisfy you?" Bella Acker pouted, accusingly saying, "Damian, you're the slyest, always wanting to keep all the initiative in your own hands."
"What? Not willing?" Damian pulled her up from the ground, conveniently sidling her into his arms and holding her on his lap, asking in a low voice.
