A silly conversation with my husband just now
I went out to the kitchen to get a drink, and it currently smells glorious thanks to the garlic butter chicken balls he's cooking.
Me: "Mmmm, gaaaarlic!"
Him (mock sternly): "Not yet! Leave them!"
Me: "I'm just saying it smells good, I'm not going to vampire my way into the oven and eat half-raw chicken or anything!"
Him: "I just pictured you with a hollow fang, stabbing" (he mimes sticking a tooth into something) "and sucking all the garlic butter out."
Me: "Oh, your garlic balls have suspiciously little garlic butter in them? It just, you know, must have seeped out somehow..."
Me: "That's it, exactly!" (I went back into the kitchen) "I'm just getting a drink! And it's not garlic butter!"
Him: (laughs hard) "Oh, oh, ow! Don't make me laugh like that, it actually hurts!"
Me: "I'd apologise, but I'm not sorry!"
Him: "Because of all the times I've done it to you?"
Me: "Yeeeep." (pause) "I could hear
you getting suspicious."
Him: (more laughter) "Ow, ow!"