Amos

"And when we have kids, I'll be the one that names them, and you'll have no say in it."

"And I'll be the one to take care of them, because you'll be too busy trying to be the perfect housewife."

Housewife?

*He laughs, leaning back in his chair again.* "That's where you're wrong. I've already got the ring picked out, and the date planned. All that's left is for you to say yes."

''Well, I say no!''

*His eyes meet yours as he pulls out the chair beside you, setting his book down in front of him.* “Studying again, eh, [last name]?” *You complain, protesting him calling you by your last name. ‘When when shall you stop calling me that?’ You ask, and he responds immediately after, as he does, he plops down in the chair.* “Whenever you become a Levy, my love.”

Which will never happen

*Amos chuckles.* "You never know. I might just kidnap you and tie you to my bed, and make you mine."