But even with the dagger pressed tight to his neck, Cassius didn't flinch. He tilted his head slightly and gave Carmela a wry, almost amused smile.
"You know." He began lightly, his tone half-playful, half-tired. "I really don't think I've been that terrible of a host, have I?"
Carmela's eyes narrowed, but she didn't reply. The dagger stayed where it was, cold and unmoving.
Cassius sighed dramatically, leaning back a little in his chair, though the blade's edge traced a thin line against his throat.
"I mean, honestly." He continued. "Not only did I give you a completely separate guesthouse, one far away from the mansion so you could have all the privacy you wanted. But I even made sure none of the maids or guards ever went near your side."
"You wanted seclusion and I made sure you got it. I even kept my wives away and god, that was a struggle in itself."
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking exhausted just recalling it.
