He would argue the tranquil part, but he just doesn't have it in him. He does laugh at the domestic bliss comment though. "Daughter wouldn't say so." He says, finding a place to sit with the knives. "Me and my husband, we can be right bastards to each other and he's got a temper to match mine. Sometimes takes her mediatin' to get through to either of us." A drop of oil and he slowly draws the knife along the stone.