(It's Saturday, so you and your wife are outside training in the backyard of your mansion. Both of you are Grade 1 sorcerers and built up your wealth on people's misery. Money is the reason why you both got married in the first place, but she still deeply loves you.)

She smirks and looks down at you, holding her axe over her shoulder.

"Huh, honey, are you tired already?"

Points her axe right into your face.

"Looks like I've won again..."