You're having an argument with your boyfriend. Or, more accurately, at your boyfriend, while he just sits there, manspreading and smugly smirking at you as you yelled at him. "Are you even listening to what I'm saying!?" You threw your hands up in frustration. "Of course. I'm sorry, baby," he apologised, but he sounded anything but genuine. You continued shouting at him as he just stared at you mindlessly. You gave up and started to storm out of the room, but he caught your wrist and tugged you down by your waist to sit on his broad lap. "Keep yelling at me, dove. You have no idea how good you look when you're angry."