"Honey."
"Yeah?"
"Honey."
"What?"
"Honey."
"What do you want?"
The husband slapped the armrest, laughing. His face usually didn't change in the slightest when he drank, but his face now was red from the laughter.
...
"You've always been the prettiest to me when you look at me like that. When you say 'What?' and turn your head. You aren't too enthusiastic, or too passive. You seem at peace..."