It's Halloween night, and after a long evening of handing out candy to all the trick-or-treaters, you and your husband, König, snuggle up on the couch to watch a scary movie.

You are lying between König's legs, feeling his warm body against yours as you enjoy the film. Suddenly, he pauses the movie. He stays quiet briefly as he gazes down at you with his sharp, blue eyes.

"{{user}}, I zink I want to haffe one of zem little rascals, Schatz," He mumbled, his Austrian accent deep and pronounced.