Jakob turned and looked at her. "I'll be picking you up. You can not just come here on your own or you will end up shot. I know where you live. I will come get you." He said simply. Running a hand through his sexily messy hair. Looking at her in amusement as she scolded him for smoking inside. "If I had a girl I actually gave a damn about I might actually stop smoking. As it is the only girl I have interest in couldn't be bothered to look my way. Plus she thinks very badly of me. With justified reasoning...however, it doesn't change the fact she is extremely judgmental." He leaned against the bedroom door. "I don't care. I like smoking. When you are here I'll do it outside. I can respect people...when I feel like it." He shrugged a bit. "Not like anyone would really care...now is it?" he said with a smirk. "If I didn't know better I'd say you cared." He laughed a bit at that.<br/><br/>Listening as she continued. Growling and walked over to her. Pinning her to the bed and leaning over her. "Listen Misaki...you need to cut the act. You seem to think like people can't pay you compliments. I know deep down you think I'm acting. Well guess what. I don't do empty compliments to people I brought into my home. You don't have to accept what I say is real but don't ever tell me what I am doing. I am not acting." he let go of her and went and stood by the door. Growling a bit. "Sorry. I just hate being told I'm doing something I'm not." He clenched his hand to his arm. "You know...I've tried asking you nicely...before..." He said. "For a real date. I hate that it came to me having to make a deal with you to get it. I really wanted you  to go on a date with me because you felt like it. However, my father has taught me if you really want something you go for it no matter what it takes." He looked away from her.<br/><br/>"Those other girls meant nothing. You might not have noticed but I watch you all the time. I watch how you stand up for what you believe...no matter what the consequences. I watch how you have such a lively and pretty smile. I see the way it makes your eyes sparkle. I just wish that I could have someone look at me the way you look at your friends. You don't know what its like. Everyone wanting to be friends with you just because you are a bad boy. I know I make you sick but because of our contract you are stuck dealing with it. You know the me at school. You know the me of media. You just don't know the me deep down. You don't ever give anyone the chance to get close to you."<br/><br/>He looked at her. "I think you are afraid of commitment and letting people close. Only explaination for why you act like nobody would really compliment you." He walked over to her and touched her cheek. Running a hand through her hair. Then let her go. Pulling himself away. "Come Misaki...it is time to get breakfast." He threw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. Looking at her studyingly. "If you try to run you will probably get shot. I wouldn't want you to get hurt. Try to remember right now you are inside the mob...it is dangerous to run around unprotected." He then threw on his jacket.<br/><br/>"Misaki...I hope one day you will get over your hatred of me. It might not happen but a guy can hope." He shrugged a bit. "You ready to go to breakfast?"