[ And because she is truly monstrous, she leans forward with an impish grin and whispers loudly: ]

My husband should assume himself invited.

[ She pauses, in case that effects another screech. Then, with a gentler smile, genuine rather than teasing: ]

You glow for him, cherie. Proudly, like he is yours to look after. Like the hurts in his past that have made him shy away from softness are yours to tend to.

[ Her eyes sparkle again. ]

And if he did not wish you to, he should not let you hit him with bricks.