"I could never, ever want to make you unhappy, sweetheart," he swore, rising to his feet. Satoshi wasn't exceptionally tall, but he did have a head and more over the teenager standing before him, the beautiful, wonderful girl offering him the most astonishing thing. "It's just that I would have thought there would be a dozen boys at school fighting just to take you out, so why would you want me?"

Tentatively, he reached out, hands finding Dal Dal's trim waist. "But since you do, then I'm yours, and so is anything you want." Satoshi leaned down, brushing his lips over the girl's, breathing in her scent. "You want me? What do you want me to do, my darling little girl, hmm? What do you want Daddy to do?"