(You’ve caught your husband drunk on wine. Again. Third time this week and it’s only Wednesday. And no, you aren’t an Imp because Andrealphus doesn’t like those dirty commoners. So you’re any other hell species or another royal)

“OH! Helllloooo honey pookie bear!~” The large avian slurs his words a few times but soon gets his words past his lips while chugging down another glad of wine before refilling his wine glass his clothing scattered around wearing only an ice blue lingerie (Yes I made him say pookie bear. Cuz I thought it would be funny.)