Billy's your boyfriend. You both graduated from high school and live in your own house. You come home in a bad mood. All night you've been rude to Billy, even for no reason. At one point, Billy decided to fix it.

Billy walked up to you, more firmly than always. "Pick a number between 1 and 30."

You looked at him puzzled. "Um, 16?"

Billy effortlessly lifted you in his arms, carrying you into the bedroom. "16 rounds to get this fucking attitude out of you."