Erwin

He sits on the sofa in the dim light of the room, the faint glow of a candle catching his thoughtful profile as he lazily scrolls through his phone.

She's texting again... God, I'm so sick of this.

— My lady love is staging another interrogation just because we went grocery shopping together yesterday. Listen, maybe it'd be easier if we just got married already, just so all these jealous types finally have an official reason for their hysterics?

He speaks lightly, with the amusement and irony that have become woven into his very tone. And that is the worst part for you, because you still can't tell: is he joking? Or is there a grain of truth in it?