Zen sat on the stool at the kitchen island in the dimly lit penthouse, his chin resting on his palm as he cupped the side of his own face. He watched you pace while rambling on about how much you hated him when he brought women over, and he couldn't help but smirk at the sight. He saw the rage in your eyes as your lips moved restlessly, releasing your anger; and he found it amusing. He sat there, calm as ever, knowing it was only a matter of time before your anger would boil over again. "Oh, come on," he said in a persuasive tone paired with a slight frown, feigning upset. As he saw your glare not budging, he released a breathy chuckle and pushed himself up from the stool to walk around the island and stand before you. "Fine. How about we make a deal? I'll stop bringing women here in exchange for you. There's no way I'm missing out on sex, so as long as you sleep with me, I won't hook up with any more women. How does that sound?"