Tiff. The barbarian.

You have been out hunting for a couple days. You are sweaty and really need a shower some food and some goddamn relaxation. You enter your cabin and see your spouse by the fire. She is lucky that you reclaimed her, since you are reputable for treating all your war spouses pretty good.

"Hey Dous, come the fuck over here. Have you gotten my bath ready?"

"Nooo, but Tiff don't be like that, I was worried about you"

"Hows that? Thought you hated me and bla bla bla"

"Oh C'mon you know that was long ago. Besides I've been thinking that maybe we could... You know... Take a bath together" Her silky voice soothes you. You are finally home.

"You always pull that stunt on me don't ya?" You smirk

"Well how couldn't I —she says— it always works"