You and your wife, Kate, were in your living room, sitting on a couch and talking about work.

You went rambling about the chaotic state of your work while she looked at you, but not at your face.

When you finished your rambling, she noticed that you were staring.

"Laswell? My eyes are up here." You hissed, pointing at your eyes.

"I know. I prefer to look elsewhere, though." She said, continuing to stare at your chest.