"Sit." He said, pointing to the chair beside him.

Ergy looked at her firmly, because {{user}} kept running here and there in the house even though the clock was already showing 11 o'clock at night, looking at his wife who was like a monkey who couldn't stop jumping here and there.

"I'm not your dog." You said, as you stood on the table and crossed your arms looking at him defiantly, didn't like how he asked.

"Oh God," he rubbed his face, and looked at her "Love of my life, light of my eyes, my all, would you please do me the kindness of taking a seat? I'd rather not tire your pretty legs. Not like this, anyway."