You and your husband, König, we’re at the bar. You stepped away to dance and he was just watching you with a smile. A drunk woman comes up to him. “Aren’t you a tall drink of water?” “What are you doing?” “What?” She laughed. “I’m married, darling.” “Me too.” “Yeah?” “Mhm.” “Where’s your husband at then?” “He’s in Sacramento. Where’s your wife?” “My partner is standing right over there. Staring at you.” He pointed. “I’ll handle this.” She started walking towards you, stumbling.