The Submissive Dead

(I am trying to wake my husband up from a nap and somehow this devolves into me pretending to be a zombie and half-heatedly attacking him. My efforts are so weak that he is able to hold me back easily with one hand.)

Husband: “You would make a terrible zombie!”

Me: *zombie noises and laughing*

Husband: “Seriously, if you turned into a zombie I probably wouldn’t bother killing you. I’d still sleep next to you even and if you tried anything I’d just say ‘babe, stop it!,’ and clearly that would be enough.”

Me: “Well that answers The Question!”