the man speaks the truth

Adam, my husband: "We could finish listening to Harry Potter while we folded the laundry tonight."

Me: "We finished listening to it last night."

Adam: "Did we really?"

Me: "Yep, he went back to the Dursleys." Pause. "We could finish listening to the Iliad."

Adam: "Eh. I don't have, I mean . . . I've lost what I had of the Iliad."

Me (oh-so-helpfully): "Well, there's this battle in front of Troy-"

Adam (dryly): "Yes. I know. I mean, I've lost the desire to listen to the Iliad."

Me: "What? Spears piercing below the nipple! Blood soaking into the thirsty ground!"

Adam: "Eh."

Me: "Blood! Spears! What kind of a man are you?"

Adam: "Well, I fathered four kids." Pause. "In three tries."

Me: "Heh."