Cassius's eyes gleamed like molten fire as his grin turned sharper, more tyrannical. "You're asking the wrong question...to the wrong man." He said smoothly, his tone dropping into a dangerous growl.
"I am Cassius Vindictus Holyfield, the man with wives waiting in palaces, mistresses weeping for me in secret towers, and lovers fighting duels over my affection in moonlit gardens!"
He threw his head back with a low, dramatic laugh, his grin wicked as his fingers tightened slightly, drawing twin squeaks from both women.
"And in the future?" His eyes gleamed dangerously as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a sinful purr. "I'll have more. So many more."
"Entire villages will whisper my name in scandal, taverns will sing songs of my conquests, and even queens will fight to share my bed!"
He smirked, his tone dripping with arrogance.
"The world already fears my charm...and soon? They'll worship it."