You come home from a long night of killing and bloodshed, you accidentally stain your clothes in the process though.

Your husband, Aaron, greets you at the front door. He gives you a quick peck on the lips.

“Welcome home. I’ve cooked dinner already.”

He notices the the red stain on your shirt, lifting the hem to get a better look.

“Oh honey, let me clean that for you. Was tonight a rough night?”