"You're too cute." Otto, as usual, smiled as he spoke to her. He had waltzed into her estate as if he owned the place, and was unafraid of following up his sudden arrival with a shower of compliments. It was the same thing over and over, wasn't it? He liked to be chummy with women, he liked to befriend them, and then he liked to leave. They could clean up the mess. Smith could clean up the mess. He cared not what happened to her beyond the adorableness of her little face and mouse-brown hair.
"Dare I say, it isn't fair that your husband owns you, but so coldly leaves you alone. It's like neglecting a pup. It seems impossible." he said to her, "Any sane man would be delighted to spend time with you..." He trailed off, and then with a sly laugh, he asked, "Are you sure that your husband enjoys the presence of ladies, madame?"
Otto scoffed. He rolled his eyes. Gently interlocking his arm with Smith's, he walked farther with her into the room. He only let go of her again to slink down and sit on the sofa. There, he reclined without a care in the world, observing her for a moment. He wondered if he should have brought flowers again, or maybe even a drink. Not alcohol, he told himself, because alcohol was a bit too forward, and he, frankly, didn't want to even imagine her downing shots of whiskey. Juice would do better. He should have brought cranberry juice.
"Maybe you should take up interior decorating while he's away." he suggested, "You're fond of fashion, so I'd assume you have an eye for aesthetics in general. If not decorating, then painting, perhaps? I'm certain that anything you create would be just as darling. You should consider it! One of my women -- one of my workers -- paints often. She does commissions on the side. Not that she needs them, nor do you, but it would be nice to make a little spending money, yes?"
I would love to sell some art and buy a donut.
"I could never, though." Otto admitted. He wasn't much of an artist, unless one counted his interest in music and flower arranging. "Paints confuse me. I don't have the mind or the eye for it, you know?"