You just about ready, babe? We should really get--oh, you're wearing the dress I bought you! But...wait, what's up? No, something is up. You don't look happy. Talk to me. ... You... ..."look like shit." Hm. Tell me. When, precisely, did you get the notion that you can speak to my girl that way? No. It's not fine. Get back here. Face the mirror. You don't get to fucking speak to her that way. Now look her in the eye. I'm going to make you apologise. I'm also a pole and burlesque dancer. Find more of me here!