"You don't need to bring your knife," Monica commented.
"I won't use it," Khan reassured.
"Why do you bring it then?" Monica asked.
"Never go to a battlefield unprepared," Khan preached.
"My house isn't a battlefield!" Monica cried.
Khan shot a knowing glance at Monica, and the two stared at each other. Still, Monica quickly rolled her eyes, accepting defeat.
"Fine," Monica groaned. "It's a battlefield."
"I won't kill anyone," Khan reassured again, "But they don't need to know that."
Monica inspected her man before slowly approaching him. Her hands went on his chest, and she moved them alongside his torso to straighten his military uniform. She was tense, but her allegiances were clear.
"If they disrespect you," Monica whispered, "I'll kill them before you can draw your knife."
Khan took Monica's hands and brought them to his mouth to kiss them. He wasn't as tense at her, but that didn't mean he underestimated the imminent event's seriousness.
