Conte di Cavour: Going somewhere, com~man~der~? **unsheathes her Saber**

Commmander: Gah! (one of fear). P-Please!

Conte di Cavour: hehehe~ Your cries are helpless commander~ No one will hear them~ You are mine~! You belong to me and no one else~! heheheh~

Commander: AHHHHHHHH!

F (unpleasant things happened to his "thing")