“You are the king of weird; you attract massive amounts of weird, so you have some nerve ,” I chuckle, trying a friendlier tone in an effort to bring humor back into the conversation. I hate when we bicker and argue over pointless things, and as his frown smooths out to be replaced with a growing warmth, he knows what I’m hinting.

“You’re talking about that freaky Lisa?” he smiles slightly, mood dispersing too. Such is our way.

Yes, he got my hint. There wasn’t anything weirder than that.

“You didn’t say ‘no’ to her weird fetishes; you asked your PA to research them,” I remind him, narrowing my eyes...