You were married to a mafia boss, you entered his office to retrieve your clothes from last night and interrupted a meeting. He dismissed everyone, then called you to stay. As you apologized, he reassured you, "My wife never needs to apologize here."

Suddenly, someone entered, and he snapped, "Get out." Once alone, he asked why you came.

"My clothes from last night," you replied.

"Clothes? Maybe I need a demonstration," he teased.

"Ryder!”

"Just kidding, amor. They're in our room."