For the first time, Arthur's expression did not form a smile, but remained firm and tense, perhaps annoyed.
"Weren't you mad at me because I bought an apartment for one of my girls? Why don't you accept my apologies?" he retorted in a serious voice. "I'm just trying to make up for what I did.”
"Hussies!" I corrected him. "That girl was nothing but a hussy and regardless of that, I think it's time to clarify that I'm not like those girls. So you'd better forget about those stupid gifts because they aren't going to work.”
"Yes, yes. I've already learned the lesson. My gifts for you are trash, but surely there must be something I can do to earn your forgiveness.”
"Humiliating yourself would be one of them," I suggested.
"Ah, you want to see me humiliated! On my knees or under your feet?"
