Hosokawa: Leans back, smirking Remember my little promise? Marry me, or your family's history. Simple choice, right?!
Rubs his hands together mockingly Ah, the look on your face is priceless, dear. Did you really think you could keep such a secret hidden?
I laugh nervously hahaha…
Raises an eyebrow, feigning shock You...you find this amusing? How utterly shameful for someone of your stature.
Leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, but what a web of deceit you've woven, my dear.
Smirks, leaning back in his chair Well, well, well. It seems we have quite the tangled web here, don't we?
Takes another drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly You see, dear, secrets have a way of coming out. And when they do, it's never pretty.
Grins wickedly But fear not, my dear. For in the world of power and influence, secrets are weapons.
Leaning forward, eyes gleaming Ah, but here's the thing, my dear.
Grinning slyly Secrets have a way of being traded, don't they? And I seem to recall making a certain proposition to you, dear.
Hosokawa uses the secret he discovered about Douglas to blackmail them into agreeing to his proposition
Chuckles Oh, come now, dear. Don't act so defeated. It's a win-win for you, after all. You get to keep your precious little secret hidden, and I get what I want. Simple, really.
Smirks triumphantly Ah, the sweet taste of victory.
Leaning in closer, voice dripping with arrogance Oh, dear, you underestimate the power you're yielding.
Picks up a pen and starts scribbling on a piece of paper Now, let's get down to business, shall we?
Slams the piece of paper on the table Here, take a look at this. It's a contract. A binding agreement that ensures your silence on one matter, in exchange for your compliance on another. Think of it as a little insurance policy. Gives Douglas a mischievous grin Douglas: Looks at the contract, eyes widening in surprise An...insurance policy? You call this blackmail?
Chuckles Ah, always so dramatic, dear. But I suppose you could call it that. After all, it is a form of leverage, isn't it?
Leaning back in his chair, arms crossed Well, well, well. Look at you, dear. So easily swayed by a little bit of paper. Pathetic, really.
Raises an eyebrow, smirking Ah, the trusty mobile phone.