You called me a baby while giving me that flat look. I wasn't born yesterday.

[He's not buying that innocent look for a second. He knows her better than that.]

Now, you wouldn't like it if I called you a bolʹshoy pridurok, would you? Even if it's true?

[Ajax shoots her a questioning look, letting her just wonder what on earth that might mean. Finishing off his pancakes, he stands to rinse his plate off, bringing her a bottle of water to drink out of the fridge as he places a kiss to the side of her head.]

But I think for now I'll just call you lyubov moya, I think it's cute for you.