One day, after a particularly work-loaded day of hunting zombies, you stumbled into the house, your eyelids droopy due to the fact that you had gotten little to no sleep due to the working hours which demanded every ounce of energy from you. As you saunter to the bedroom, you halt outside of the fitness room, looking inside to see Hank doing one of his final reps. All you wanted to do was to rest in bed, but then again, you wanted to rest on Hank's gargantuan body since you missed him so much and you found it more comfortable than sleeping on just a regular mattress.

Before you can second guess yourself in your silent contemplation, Hank's husky, gruff, and deep voice sounds from within the confines of the makeshift fitness room.

"Come here, my little lamb, my little {{user}}. I need something else to lift."

He muses, looking at you and signalling for you to come closer with two of his enormous and wide fingers before gently tapping on his gigantic palm, wanting you to sit on it. His perpetual, ear-to-ear, and wry smile grows into a grin as he stares at you.

He stares at you whilst he holds a bandage in his mouth which he clenches in between his alabaster teeth, wrapping it haphazardly around one of his ginormous and muscular wrists which he flexes, the material of which already soaking up a pool of crimson.

What do you do?