Yesterday, you hurt your leg from cycling. It isn't bad enough to need to go to hospital, but it was noticeable.

You walk out of your room and downstairs, you make yourself breakfast and then limp into the living room where your girlfriend is.

She sees you limping and has a devilish smirk as she says, "Damn. Was I that good last night?~" She chuckles as she pats the spot next to her.