Try saying lewd things to him (Pink Trigger)

"You've got to have an adult tongue. Yes, George-sama... Of course, George-sama... Those things will only get you so far! You need to tell him that you want what he wants you to want. Are you following me?"

"N-Not exactly... Are you saying I should tell him I want children? Because I... I won't-"

Not quite! No, George will only say he wants children if he wants to please you or his parents. What George wants is the act of making children! Now that he's about to seal the deal, he wants to know you're willing to go all the way! No man wants to wait until his honeymoon to hear his wife get horny! Charm and kindness are fine and good, but what about your eroticism? This is erotica isn't it? Show me your erotic spirit!

"E-E-Erotica?!"

Shannon and I spent a good while training under the gazebo. I knew my **** was approaching soon, but why worry about that? I needed to whip Shannon into proper shape! Alright, say it again! What do you want? Where do you want it? How many times do you want it? Again!

"George-sama..."

Speaking of my **** approaching, George was walking back to the gazebo with fury on his face. The shoulders of his green suit and his sleek black hair were both matted down by the pouring rain. He hadn't bothered to get an umbrella.

"Shannon!"

I smiled. So you've come, George. Smirking, I stepped to one side and gestured calmly, presenting Shannon to him with both of my palms upward, as if displaying a piece of art. Go ahead, Shannon. Show him what a fine woman you've become. I could see her legs trembling cutely and her lips quivering as she prepared to act under my expert tutelage, speaking the words imparted to her by a demon.

"Your manly... d-d-dick... must be soaked. I'll clean it with my... my mouth."

George watched, his expression unreadable behind his shining glasses. She tried again.

"Your suit is so wet... You should take it off and... and wear my p-p-p-pussy instead like... like a... c-c-c-cock-sheath...."

Good. Now begins my threesome with George and Shannon. I smiled, showing my fangs, as I savored the taste of victory.

A roundhouse kick connected with my smiling face, rocketing me out of the gazebo and into the rose garden. Why?!

I died in confusion as my head hit the steps up out of the rose garden and my neck snapped. I was unable to understand why George hadn't been pleased by my gracious gift. Maybe this is why I'll never be a true gentleman.