Human: walks in, holding a mug of tea “Morning, big guy. You’re not planning to ‘RAAARGH’ at me again, are you?”

G. Monster Man: leans down, mouth opening wide with dramatic flair “What, this? I’m merely offering you a warm, welcoming cavern of affection, darling.”

Human: “You say that like you don’t have fangs the size of my arm.”

G. Monster Man: “And yet”—taps a claw gently against the human’s forehead—“you still stroll in without fear. Terrible survival instincts.”

Human: “Or maybe I just know you’re a softie.”

G. Monster Man: pretends to gasp, offended “Softie? I’ll have you know I am a terror of the mountains.”

Human: “Mhm. And a terror who cries when I leave for a few hours.”

G. Monster Man: grumbles, scoops him up effortlessly “Keep talking and I’ll put you on my tongue again.”