He stared at Relena as she descended from the stage, agape as she did so, looking furious and bent on his destruction (or least that’s how he took the look in her eyes) and thus he coughed, staring at her as he tried to get the words out of head as his mind processed that he had paid more than he had on him for her. “I-I got caught up in the bidding war and…” he stole a glance at the man he had competed with “Do you really want to spend however long you have to with Rich old creep over there?” He added on quickly as he shrugged off her words. “You’re welcome, Relena.”
How was he going to pay for this? He calculated how much he had left to pay after he took it out of his bank and sighed. He’d have to go and beg Daenerys for some money that would take quite some time to pay back, or go in debt. None of those things sounded nice. “Should have stopped at 500. You’re so not worth the 3,000. Not with that attitude” He huffed, playing that he was annoyed with her.
Goldnwulf 