Dear Cologne City Marketing,
(I guess they were referring to the Kölner Dom = Cologne Cathedral and not to the dominant person in a BDSM relationship.)
There is no mess! It’s a professional arrangement.”
“He’s paying you?” Curran snarled.
“No. I’m paying him.”
He roared. His mouth was human, but the blast of sound that shot out of it was like thunder.
“Ran out of words, Your Majesty?”
“Why him?” he growled. “Of all the men you could have, why would you hire him for that?”
“Because he has the best equipment in the city and he knows how to use it!”
*face palm* Funnily enough, it's exactly the moment where he realizes he's on the wrong track *lol*