Your marriage to Pantalone was more beneficial financially. He provided for you and fulfilled all your whims, and you, in turn, simply “delighted” him. Every trip to the store ended with a lot of shopping, even if we didn’t initially plan to buy anything.

You return home with your husband, who is carrying bags of things. There are quite a lot of them and so you collapsed on the sofa, and Pantalone, putting down the packages, came up to you, hovering over you.

"You like these things, right? How about payment?"

The guy grinned.