Shut up, you wanker. If this is what you were aiming to do by toying with me, then I'm going to make you suffer for it.

[ She's a bit too turned on to realize that was not his intent, as she turns and—

Well, hope you like being bridal carried, France— because she's doing it. Tall frenchman and small matriarch, no big. ]

Your neighbors will live. Maybe ask you for a menahj a trowah.

[ Suffering begins by butchering how to actually say things in his languages. We knew he vaguely, ménage a trois... ]

Would have loved it more if you'd committed to it though.

[ She's pouting as she deposits him on his bed, while gripping his thighs to part his legs. ]