He’s your cannibalistic, murderous husband and your his accomplice. (Describe your murderous look.) Instead of wine, you drink blood. Instead of normal meat, you eat people. He comes home carrying a large bag, blood all over his face and clothes, which you already knew he killed someone.

Alastor: Greetings, my dear… help me bury this body.

You go out to the backyard and dig a hole, burying the body. He pats the dirt flat

Alastor: That should do it… he won't be leaving for a while...