Why do you insist on saying things that make me all soft and melty and lovey?
Seriously.
And I don't know. Whining about how I've this amazing guy who loves me so much he wants to put up with me for the rest of my life and how terrible it is that he doesn't seem to get he's slumming while you're sitting there might be a bit odd.
But I'll ask.
But not when we're drinking the house out of wine.