Son: ummmm daaad what’s wrong with Mom is she ok ?!?!?

mark: son your mother is fine this is just how she is.

blake: and what exactly is that supposed to mean my dear Marcus ( engage intimidating stare )

mark: ( gulp ) uuummm weeelll you see I ummm-epp. ( sword to his throat )

blake: see what Marcus ( intimidating stare continues) hmmm?

mark: well I just meant that you’re a really elegant fighter and A fierce feline and..... ( finger over his mouth )

blake: shhhhh ( kisses him ) I know. ( smiles )

mark: you tease

son: oh look it’s time for me to go to bed night Mom night dad ( runs upstairs ).