Damian raised an eyebrow, "Acker the Puppy, are you trying to negotiate with me?"
"I... I'm just fighting for my rightful interests," Bella Acker tilted her chin up, puffing her cheeks indignantly, "You smacked my bottom last time, and it hurt for days."
Did he really hit that hard back then?
Damian squinted at her.
Bella felt a bit guilty and averted her eyes, muttering, "Okay, I admit that might be a bit exaggerated, but it really hurt, I'm not lying. Look at my pure, innocent big eyes." She gave a couple of exaggerated blinks for effect.
"Then what should the penalty be? You decide." Damian eventually gave in.
"I decide? Of course, if I decide, it'd be best not to have any penalty," Bella's eyes darted around and saw Damian's eyes slightly narrowing, so she sighed, "Fine! A penalty it is. If I don't satisfy you, the penalty will be... I'll imitate a puppy barking, and it has to be in front of the media reporters. That's heavy enough, right?"
"A prefix needs to be added."
