Jakob looked at her when they arrived there. "I do...when people deserve it. In my opinion you deserve my respect. Most others don't. I am not as evil inside as you make me out to be. I won't lie...I'm not always a good guy either." He said simply. He smiled when she said she would be cautious. "Even more than you usually are. Sleep well Misaki." He waited until she was inside. Looking around and headed down the street a different way to throw people off if they were following him. Heading into the house and snapped at the guard for almost leaving the gate open. He growled and headed to his room. Highly frustrated and needing a smoke. God the craving was killer but he didn't like to Misaki. He would try to quit smoking if it made her like him more. What a killer project that was going to be. Suck like hell.<br/><br/>The next night he got dressed in a tuxedo. His hair silky and tied back in a ponytail. He straightened out his tied and slipped the knife into his ankle holster. He always wore it because you never knew when you needed it. For once he wasn't wearing his leather jacket. For once he looked like a businessman over some bad ass gangster. He was a mafia son. He wouldn't lie to Misaki. She just didn't understand that he really did like her. He wouldn't have cared if he had essentially raped another girl. Misaki was different... He shook his head and walked with his bodyguards following at a safe distance. He had got bitched out the other morning when he got back about going without them. He walked tall and proudly. He approached her house and walked to the front door. Knocking on it and when the door was opened by the mother he cleared his throat. "I am here to take Misaki out ma'am." He said. Best to be polite to her mother. Her mother moved out of the way and his breath caught in his throat. She was absolutely breathtaking. "Ready Misaki?" he asked. Offering his arm to her.