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Sylvain considered himself a fairly smart man. He did well in school, had a good social circle and an absolute knockout of a girlfriend. And he had gotten all of these things by making smart choices. Well, and being hot and rich. But mainly the first one.
That being said, he was not smart enough to understand that a Starbucks drink probably had coffee in it.
Sylvain's face contorted in several variations of disgust as he spat out the devious milkshake from his precious tongue. He was a fool, an idiot taken by his insatiable lust for sweet. And here he was, paying the price with bitter disgust and the humiliation of Dorothea's howling laughter.
"You look like a newborn baby!" She said, between giggles. "Like a kid whose just had a lemon for the first time."
"It looked like a milkshake," Sylvain said, pouting. "Since when do milkshakes have coffee in them?"
"It's starbucks babe. Of course it has coffee in it. I even asked for extra espresso shots."
"Okay, no." Sylvain quickly pulled up pictures of a cup of coffee and a milkshake respectively. "This is coffee." He gestured to the first picture. "And this is a milkshake." And then to the second. "Tell me how either of these are similar." He began flipping between both pictures with increasing intensity.
Instead of understanding, Sylvain only elicited more laughter out of Dorothea.
"Sometimes you can combine them to make a coffee milkshake. But if you want something from starbucks babe, just ask next time!"
Sylvain pouted. "You owe me."
Dorothea raised an eyebrow, "Oh? I owe you for the mistake you made?"
"You owe me," Sylvain crossed his arms, his pout intensifying, "For attempting to poison me. You know, attempted murder is a felony in most countries, including our own."
"Okay," Dorothea walked up to Sylvain, poking the middle of his tits with a sly look in her eyes, "What do I owe you then, Mr. Attorney?" Sylvain's dick instantly became erect. Another person, like the feral Dimitri, would have asked for something foul, but Sylvain was an educated man. He wouldn't let this opportunity slip away.
"Dishes. You do the dishes for the next week."
Dorothea's smile immediately dropped.
"You want me to do the dishes?" She repeated, incredulously. "That's it. Dishes."
"Yup!" Sylvain smirked. Somehow, Dorothea's disappointment was more satisfying than sticking his dick in her. He would dick her down later of course, but he enjoyed playing with his doll.
Dorothea blinked once and then shrugged. "Okay. Dishes for the week."
"Thanks babe! And by the way," he closed the gap between them, pulling her into him. "Don't think you're not in for additional punishment later." Sylvain released her and laughed at his girlfriends' now luminous face.
"I'm going to go to Felix and Annie's place now; I promised Annie I would bake with her. Bye starlight!" He left her there, thoroughly bewitched by his love.