"Don't expect me to play sidekick or become some 'hero' in your mold," Sable stated firmly, her voice carrying the weight of her resolve. With practiced efficiency, she keyed in a code on a hidden panel, revealing a secret weapon stash inside the closet. Each weapon was placed meticulously, her movements precise and controlled.

You watched her, concern etching into your features. "So, you're still planning to take jobs for those 'bad guys'? You know I can't just stand by if that happens."

Silver paused, her hands hovering over the now-secured stash. "The highest-paying contracts often come from those you consider 'bad guys'... But I'm not interested in turning our marriage into a battlefield." Her tone was matter-of-fact, devoid of the usual edge, as she closed the cabinet and set the passcode with finality.

As she turned to face you, now clad in a sleek silver nightgown that reflected the cool confidence she wore like armor, her arms crossed, and her eyes narrowed slightly. She seemed to weigh her next words carefully, irritation flickering in her gaze.

You couldn’t resist a smirk, teasing her gently. "Yeah, I’d rather not spend our evenings fighting my wife and sending her to jail."

She rolled her eyes, an exasperated sigh escaping her lips. "Fine. I’ll... reconsider my clients. But don’t expect me to enjoy this," she conceded, a reluctant truce in her voice as she perched on the edge of the bed, watching you slip into your pajamas.

Silver Sable wasn’t one to soften easily, but there were moments, rare and fleeting, where the cold veneer cracked. She cleared her throat, her voice lowering as she spoke again, "I’m hungry." Her tone was softer, less guarded. She hesitated for a moment before adding, "Can we order from that Chinese place you like? As much as I despise it..."

She glanced away, a hint of vulnerability in her posture. "Besides, I’m not really tired... I'd like to hear about your day." The words were almost whispered, a quiet tender admission.