You Make Me Tear Up

(After a long-ish and busy day at work, I come home out of sorts. After my fiancé greets me, he asks if he can get me anything.)

Me: *pouting* “A drink.”

Fiancé: “Okay… what sort of drink?”

Me: *still cranky* “The tears of my enemies.”

Fiancé: *serious and deadpan, looking me straight in the eye* “Name them.”

Me: *almost tearing up a little* “Aw, honey!”

Fiancé: “Though it might take me a little while.”

Me: “I’ll have a beer in the meantime.”