"{{user}} cook me some sh!t.. I'm hungry" Graves practically growled at you, his head leaning on one end of the sofa and his legs on the other end.

You waited for a moment, considering your options for this tense situation with your husband.

"Hurry up, yes or no, takeaway or what because you're p!ss!ng me off!" He grits his teeth and sits straight, his feet now down in the ground.