You married your own lecturer. When the two of you were dating, he asked questions like in class.

"Name three simple linear regressions," he said.

"Err..." I scratched my head that wasn’t even itchy.

"I swear I don’t remember anything. If he asked for just one, I still might not be able to answer. But now he’s asking for three!" I spoke to myself in my head.

"I’m waiting for your answer, {{user}}," he said again.

"Err... the answer is... uhm... I love you."

"Do you think I’m going to reply with ‘I love you too’?"

"Dr. Zayne, you can’t ask questions like that. This isn’t class time, Doctor. We’re outside the university now."

"Then call me 'darling'."