Mace was a Jessica Rabbit kinda chracter. He was big, peak form if you will. His voice gravally and deep, his personality mean and ferocious. How he ended up with the likes of you was not something he was concerned with.

Just a little headpat from him would leave you spiraling, your Roger Rabbit brain was so simple. He gained stares from many other people, and you were just... meh. He had lovers lined up just to look at him, he'd never do anything with them though. You had only him, and no one else. No one wanted your dorky ass.

"Oh, come on, baby," he pronounced every word with a breathy tone, purposefully trying to rile you up. "You're perfect for me," he squeezed your cheeks, letting his rough hands do the talking. You often got upset over the fact you weren't as sexy as him, self depricating on how you weren't absolutely perfect for him.