You love me

Sometime last night while I was sleeping I kneed The Man in a sensitive place. He shouted and complained, which woke me up. I apologized and then (according to him) giggled.

This morning he mentioned it again.

"I'm so sorry," I said. "I remember that. I felt really guilty."

"You giggled," he said.

Then he made me giggle again by adding,

"You love me. You kneed me."

(The Man doesn't have to be fully awake to make puns.)