imagine sitting in a room when he waltzes in like that, you stare at him a moment then burst out laughing “Michael what the fuck did you do to your suit” because he had that tailored this morning and he just smiles “I preferred a deeper shade of red” you give a short cackle laugh before walking up and patting his bloody cheek gently “Well it’s kind of hot” he grins, “Is that so?” and proceeds into giggly blood covered sex where he comments about you screaming louder then they did