“Oh?... My beloved?” He smiled at his friend, “I love them so dearly...! They're so gentle and kind... They'd never hurt a fly...!”

Luocha practically gushed over you, meanwhile— unbeknownst to him, you stood behind your husband; a menacing stance as you sharpened your blade whilst maintaining eye-contact with his acquaintance.

But when Luocha turned around to smile at you, you smiled sweetly back, “I love you...” Luocha said ever so adoringly.