Would You Like a Demon Lord Whose Power Comes from a Foul Mouth?

You wear the same deadpan face at our wedding as you do when you sleep. Can't you just keep smiling when something this happy happens? Can't you smile at me? I'd love to keep smiling at your portrait, but I can't, since you're my wife now. I'm actually quite refined in private. Why do you think so many women like me? You think it's because of this face? Hand over your marriage certificate. You lash out the moment I hit a sore spot. So you were cheating after all. Fine, fine, if that's what you think, then that's what it is. I won't make excuses.

Stop hitting me! Please, stop!