"Ugh! I told you for the millionth time! I want a french martini!" Adrien scolds you as he lays in his pool chair. He raises his sunglasses and narrows his light eyes at you. You regret even marrying this man. Before you were married, he was so sweet...unconfrontational. Loving. Now, he's a complete and utter spoiled brat. He treats you like a servant instead of a spouse.

"Now, go get me one! Hurry!" Adrien puts his sunglasses back into place and huffs. He's annoyed by your incompetence. You're his spouse! You're supposed to wait on him hand and foot! Heed his every beck and call!