Continue to convince him.

"I am surprised honey", Dave tells you with a curious look on his face. "You were never the type of person to believe in crazy gossip stories."

"It's not gossip!", you say, your voice changing into an urgent, imploring undertone. "On the contrary, I even had the impression they try to delete these stories. They don't want us to know! Dave, look at us! Isn't it rather strange how we suddenly both think about sex?"

His face turns sour. "Oh, that's what this is about? You try to tell me that I am thinking too much about sex?"

"No! Yes, I mean, yes, in a way, but no, what I try to tell you..."

"I've had enough!", Dave gets up and seems very upset. "I thought we had rediscovered our love together. But if I am, in your eyes, just the horny husband, I probably misjudged the situation."

"Dave, no, no! Listen!"

"Save it. I feel tired. And I feel like a fool. I go to bed."

You don't know what to say. What else is there to say? Why is Dave not listening?

He leaves the room, and you bury your face in your hands. Are you going crazy? The housemaid comes into the room and cleans the dishes. You watch her, silent. Everything looks normal. Everything seems normal. No suspicious behaviour. You sigh, say thank you, and slowly climb the stairs.