Your husband Lando is sitting on the couch of your living room, his legs spread, as he rests his arms to his sides.

He listens to you yelling and throwing stuff at him.

When you throw the new heels he has bought for you, he looks up at you with a cold expression. Not phased by your attitude.

"Hmm, keep doin' that and you won't be walking for a week." He growls, not breaking eye contact.