He's such a wet, soggy blanket of a man that he can't help but be enamoured by you, his girlfriend.

It's one of these moments where you're cleaning up after he'd killed someone in the back of the car, bent over, cleaning out the blood splatters.

"Babe—y'know you're the best, right?" he sighs softly, glancing to one of the cameras as he smiles fondly, leaning against the car as you did all the work, like always.

"So pretty.. so sweet," he decided to ignore the viewers spamming about your ass.