I’m still not sure how to pull off Livilla/Avatar, but… I did some up with this idea… and now I’m pretty much obsessed with it. Enjoy!
Livilla: Hmmmm-hmmmm-hmmmm… ♪ Once I get these dishes cleaned, maybe someone will give me a job worth doing…
Livilla: GAAH! Wha– you! How long have you been here?!
Jakob: Long enough to see your shoddy technique.
Livilla: Excuse me?! You… you… twit! How dare you?!
Livilla: I’ll have you know I was the personal maid for the great King Garon!
Jakob: Is that so? Because… that’s not the story I’ve heard.
Livilla: D-Do you know who you’re messing with, buster?
Jakob: I suppose not. Enlighten me.
Jakob: Surely you aren’t making death threats.
Jakob: How would Lord/Lady Avatar react if they heard that his/her new recruit was plotting death upon her companions?
Jakob: Yes, Miss Livilla?
Livilla: Augh! I don’t have time to deal with you. Leave me alone!
Livilla: Dish duty again… Disgusting. How dare they waste my talents like this?
Jakob: Ah, Miss Livilla. I see your dish cleaning ability hasn’t improved.
Livilla: You again? Would you back off? I have work to do!
Jakob: Yes, I’m quite aware. Which is why I must ask…
Jakob: Would you like to see the proper way to clean a dish?
Livilla: Would you like to see the proper way to make someone bleed?
Jakob: Tsk-tsk-tsk! Temper, Miss Livilla. I would hate for Lord/Lady Avatar to hear…
Livilla: Ugh! Fine! Tell me, oh great butler, what am I doing wrong?
Jakob: First of all, this water is lukewarm.
Jakob: You’ll never get them clean unless the water is piping hot.
Jakob: Go fetch a fresh bucket.
Livilla: Wha… No way! Get it yourself or else!
Livilla: …You know what? I hate your guts.
Jakob: …You know what? I can live with that.
Jakob: Are you going to get the bucket now?
Jakob: Then, if you scrub in circular motions… it takes less effort.
Jakob: And there you have it. You can now properly wash a dish. Congratulations on your most impressive accomplishment.
Livilla: I don’t see the difference.
Jakob: If you insist. I did my best to assist you but you are, of course, free to do whatever you wish.
Livilla: Thanks, I guess. For trying to help or whatever.
Livilla: It wasn’t completely unbearable.
Jakob: …It was my pleasure, Miss Livilla.
Jakob: Although… I thought you hated my guts.
Livilla: But… I also… ugh, I can’t believe I’m saying this.
Livilla: I admire your scheming.
Jakob: Scheming? That sounds rather… impish. Surely you’re mistaken.
Livilla: Ha. Yeah, whatever, you joker.
Jakob: I assume you will be coming to me if you need more help?
Jakob: Hm. Have a good day, Miss Livilla.
Jakob: Miss Livilla. Back on dish duty, I see. And are those… circular motions?
Livilla: Yeah, whatever. I have to admit… you were right. This is a lot easier.
Livilla: Ugh, you’re so infuriating!
Jakob: I could say the same to you.
Livilla: You could. But you’d regret it.
Livilla: What? No snarky comebacks? No threatening to tattle to Lord/Lady Avatar? Nothing? Really?
Jakob: Miss Livilla, do you realize that in all this time, you have never referred to me by name?
Livilla: …Errrr… I, uh, never really thought about it.
Livilla: Wha– Are you implying I didn’t know your name?
Livilla: Don’t change the subject!
Jakob: Hah. Miss Livilla, have I told you I admire your sharp tongue?
Livilla: Wha– Sh-Shut up!
Jakob: It is one of the many things I’ve come to admire about you.
Livilla: Hmph. Why are you telling me this?
Jakob: Miss Livilla, is it not obvious? I have fallen for you.
Jakob: Yes. I find your lack of manners… strangely alluring.
Livilla: Are you trying to woo me or make me want to kill you again?
Jakob: I must ask. Do you feel the same about me?
Livilla: …Hmph. Well, you’re no Garon.
Jakob: I would most certainly hope not.
Livilla: But… I guess you’re okay. For a twit.
Jakob: I appreciate that. And in that case…
Jakob: Will you marry me?
Livilla: …I-I… oh, wow. Y-Yeah. Yeah, sure. I’ll marry you.
Jakob: I am pleased to hear that.