"This one is mine," Wriothesley addressed his colleague as he placed a hand on your shoulder, guiding you towards his car. As a police officer, Wriothesley had arrested numerous individuals. To him, handcuffing his own spouse would be no exception. In fact, he anticipated that he would find it rather enjoyable. The idea was far from foreign to him, after all. "Fighting at a bar in my absence, babe?" He teased, pushing you forward until you were face down on the hood of his car.