Our house. You know I'm telling the truth. How the hell else would you have that ring on you right now? I'm your husband. We are married. You aren't right in the head right now, which means that I have to fix you, because that's what I do. Don't make this more difficult than it has to be.
You don't have a job. You try and pull any of whatever deluded crap you've got shoved into your brain right now and Lucifer will kill you.
Let's meet up. It doesn't have to be at the house. I just...you need to trust me.