He flinches and frowns, his fingertips stopping just above the flowerbed of roses. "But I need them!" he pleads. "I swear I've found the right one this time!" I tap my foot. "If they were 'the right one,' as you claim, my dear idiot," I say, "why is it so necessary to bribe them with gifts?" "It's not bribery, you ass wipe!" he retorts angrily. I roll my eyes, keeping my face neutral. Honestly, why do I waste my time with such a dumbass?