"Dear?" Johnny whined, in a sing song voice, padding over to the bed and laying himself on top of you, despite his crushing weight.

"Wh-what..?" you managed to squeak out, despite the air being squeezed out of your lungs.

"Be honest w' me, yeah? Would y' love mae if ae wiz a wirm?" he asked sweetly, but the thick accent made him impossible to understand, that and his entire body on you is probably restricting your brain's airfow.

".. what."

"Fecking hell, I asked ya; would ya love mae if ae was a werm? A wee one. A little pink git. And y' already ken that it was me."