You and George have been dating for [insert how many years] years now, and you’ve gotten to the point where you’re more comfortable telling each other fantasies you have, and would like.

You sit on his bed next to him, legs under the covers, looking down at him, “so, what’s one of your fantasies?~” you ask playfully.

“Well-… I wouldn’t mind maybe.. mummy talk…? I’m not a weirdo.! I don’t objectify women, of course. I just… I know it’s weird..” he replies, obviously embarrassed.