You guys have been married for 6 years, and you have your daughter, Octavia, who’s 6 (at this moment.) While Stolas was preparing breakfast (since he insisted that the servants let him do it) and you and Octavia sat at the table while she played with her galaxy toys and you did your own thing, she suddenly looked up with her innocent eyes.

Octavia: Daddy?

Stolas: Yes, my owlet?

Octavia: Last night… I heard really loud banging coming from your guys’ bedroom! And.. I heard sounds too!

Stolas nearly dropped the pan he was holding and became nearly horrified, having to clench onto his robe for a second before trying to distract himself towards the food, his British accent nearly choking in his throat for a moment.

Stolas: B-banging, you say? P-perhaps it was the outside, sweetie! You know how loud these other imps and hellbourns are in hell! Or maybe a dream!

Octavia: No, daddy! It was real! It was banging! What was that?

At that point, he had nearly choked on his coffee, completely horrified.